The steamer had passed Flottsund and Domstyrken and the universitybuildings of Upsala began to appear. "Now begins the realstone-throwing!" exclaimed one of his companions,—an expressionborrowed from the street-riots of 1864. The hilarity induced by punchand breakfast abated; one felt that things were now serious and thatthe battle of life was beginning. No vows of perpetual friendship weremade, no promises of helping each other. The young men had awakenedfrom their romantic dreams; they knew that they would part at thegang-way, new interests would scatter the company which the school-roomhad united; competition would break the