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I remembered conversations with the natives in the inn , scraps of the post-master 's pompous loquacity , talks of growing trade , of bricks and grain passing from the interior to the islands : from another source -- was it the grocer of Wangeroog ? -- of expansion of business in the islands themselves as bathing resorts ; from another source again -- von Brüning himself , surely -- of Dollmann 's personal activity in the development of the islands . In obscure connexion with these things , I saw the torpedo-boat in the Ems-Jade Canal . It was between Dornum and Esens that these ideas came , and I was still absorbed in them when the train drew up , just upon nine o'clock , at my destination , and after ten minutes ' walk , along with a handful of other passengers , I found myself in the quiet cobbled streets of Esens , with the great church steeple , that we had so often seen from the sea , soaring above me in the moonlight . XXVI . The Seven Siels SELECTING the very humblest _ Gasthaus _ I could discover , I laid down my bundle and called for beer , bread , and _ Wurst . _ The landlord , as I had expected , spoke the Frisian dialect , so that though he was rather difficult to understand , he had no doubts about the purity of my own German high accent .