another hour in great perplexity as to what directions we should take to find a railway station where we might take a train for Versailles, but finally succeeded.  We did not understand more from those who directed us, than the direction we should take, never knowing the distance.  It is more than a joke, for a party to be obliged to walk several miles for a station, when they had expected to reach it in a quarter or half a mile at most!  When we arrived at the station at Sevres, our difficulties only commenced.  “When will the next train leave for Versailles, and where can we procure our tickets?” were questions which engaged our best energies and all our ingenuity for half an hour, besides a rash adventure on my part, before they were solved. (It seems to me now, that throughout my tour, I always got into more trouble when I had company to rely upon, than when I was alone).  By means of motions with our hands and by pronouncing the name Versailles, we made them understand where we intended to go to; but when we asked for “billets,” they did not offer us any.  They showed us, however, that the train was due at 1:10, by pointing out those figures on the dial of the clock.  About 15 minutes before the train was due, we asked again for tickets, and when they were again refused, we began to fear that the tickets had to be procured on the opposite side of the railroad.  We therefore crossed by a foot-bridge near the station, but could not approach the house on the other side, on account of the high fence which shut every body off from the tracks.  When our plans were thus frustrated our company became alarmed with the fear that we might miss the train for want of tickets, and fail to see Versailles that day.  At this crisis I ascended the bridge and climbed down along the walls on the inside of the fence; suspending myself from the lowest iron bars along the bridge, I thus dropped myself into the yard below!  But our discouragement reached its climax, when I found that the door was closed and locked, which we had hoped was the ticket office.  I could not get out of that inclosure, as the fences were high, the gates locked and the bridge from which I had dropped myself, was out of my reach.  Several railroad men saw me immediately, who appeared as much astonished at my coming into that place, as I was perplexed in my awkward position.  I did not misinterpret their French this time, however, for the way they looked up toward the sky, and their gestures and chattering, plainly indicated that they wondered where I came from.  I motioned them that I came “from above,” and pointed toward the bridge.  What fine or punishment might have been inflicted for my intrusion I do not know, but I was only rebuked in language which I did not understand, and sent out through one of the office doors which they unlocked for the purpose.  My companions were now in great glee at this termination of my adventure, one of them observing that I might soon be landed in close quarters, at my present