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TYROL
AND
THE SKIRT OF THE
TYEOL
AND
THE SKUir OF THE ALPS
By GEORGE E. WIRING, Jr.
AUTHOR OF "A FARMER'S VACATION" ETC.
Sllustratcb
NEW YORK
HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS
FRANKLIN SQUARE
1880
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1879, by
HARPER & BROTHERS
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
TO
THIS RECORD OF OUR WANDERINGS
Is ^IffecttonaUlj
IN ATONEMENT.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I. PAGE
UNDER THE WATZMANN 13
CHAPTER II.
PASS LTJEG AND THE PINZGAU 24
CHAPTER III.
ZELLER-SEE AND ZILLER THAL 30
CHAPTER IV.
THOSE WHOM WE MET, AND THEIR WAYS 39
CHAPTER V.
THE CITY OF THE INN 44
CHAPTER VI.
THE PEOPLE AND THEIR LIFE 54
CHAPTER VII.
ACROSS THE BRENNER 59
CHAPTER VIII.
THE CITY OF THE BELLS 65
CHAPTER IX.
INTO THE GRODNER THAL . 73
10 CONTEXTS.
CHAPTER X.
A DAY ox THE SEISSER ALP 86
CHAPTER XL
AT THE FOOT OF THE GREAT RANGE 96
CHAPTER XH.
THE PORTALS OF THE DOLOMITES 102
CHAPTER XIII.
CORTINA D'AMPEZZO 106
CHAPTER XIV.
THE ASCENT OF MONTE TOFANA 116
CHAPTER XV.
To THE MESURINA ALP 127
CHAPTER XVI.
FROM THE GREAT PEAKS TO THE LAGUNES 131
CHAPTER XVII.
A MORNING IN THE STREETS OF VENICE 136
CHAPTER XVIII.
CIRCUMLOCUTION 142
CHAPTER XIX.
THE LAKES 147
CHAPTER XX.
THE VAUDOIS VALLEYS. THE WALDENSES 160
CHAPTER XXI.
INTO THE HIGHER VALLEYS . . 166
ILLUSTRATIONS.
Berg und Thai Frontispiece
The Watzmann, overlooking Berchtes-
gadeii 15
Peasant Girl 16
Peasant 17
Entrance to the Konigs-See .... 18
Kouigs-See 19
Lake in Salt-miue, Berchtesgaden . . 21
Costume of the Salt-mine .... 22
Pass Lueg 25
Schloss Fischhorn 28
The Wilde Kaiser 31
Hopfgarten 32
Farm-house 35
Costumes of the Ziller Thai .... 37
Edelweiss 44
Maria Theresa Strasse, Innsbruck . . 45
Goldenes Dach 46
King Arthur 47
Andreas Hofer 48
Philippine Welser, Countess of Tyrol . 49
Terra-cotta Stove at Amras .... 51
Telfs 52
"Wrestling." [From a Painting by
Defregger] 56
" Finger-hacking." [From a Paint-
ing by Defregger] 57
Profile of the Brenner Railway . . 59
Parish Church, Botzen 62
Meran, from the Kuchelberg ... 63
Schloss Tirol 69
Vineyard Watch 72
Alpen Rosen 74
A Village Street 75
St. Ulrich and the Lang Kofel . . 76
Costume of Bride in the Grodner
Thai 79
The Wood-carver 81
Tyrolese Costume, Val Sugana . . 82
A Mountain Porter 84
The Lang Kofel, from the Saisser
Alp 87
Tyrolese Costume, Sam Thai ... 88
Costume of the Dux Thai .... 91
The Glacier of Marmolata .... 94
William Howitt 98
Lienz, Pnster Thai 100
The Inn at Landro 103
Schluderbach and the Croda Rossa . 104
Cortina and Monte Tofana .... 107
12
ILLUSTRATIONS.
Fresco on the outside of the Aquila
Nera 109
Monte Antelao 112
Civita aiid Lake Alleghe .... 114
Cinque Torre and Nuvalau . . . 117
Mesurina Lake and the Drei Zin-
iien 128
" The Women with their busy Dis-
taffs" 133
Fireplace in Italian Inn at Fadalto. 135
Balcony Marketing 138
At the Public Well. A Morning
Scene in Venice 140
Riva, from the Pouale Road . . . 148
Tremosiue, by Lake Garda .... 149
Lemon Garden, Lake Garda . . . 150
Limone, Lake Garda 152
San Giovanni, Bellaggio, on Lake
Como 154
Lecco "... 155
A Street in Bellaggio 157
From the Villa Serbelloni . . 158
TTR O L,
AND
THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
CHAPTER I.
UNDER THE WATZMANN.
OUR first look into the promised land was from tlie far crest of the
Kapuzinerberg, where the balcony of the odd old bastion restaurant
overlooks the broad and beautiful valley through which the Salzach
pours its milky glacier torrent. Guarding its entrance stands the mag-
nificent high -perched fortress of Salzburg. On either hand, coming
close to the foreground, are the great gray peaks of the Gaisberg and
Untersberg. Behind these, stretching away into the distance, rises crest
after crest of the Salzburg Alps. The fear seemed reasonable that we
had made a grave mistake in choosing this entrance to Tyrol, for we
could not hope again to see such a combination of beauty and gran-
deur as this far-stretching, fertile plain and yonder snow-clad peaks.
The fear abated before a day had passed, and it never recurred. Climb-
ing down again to the low-lying town, we soon engaged an "Einspan-
ner" to take us to Berchtesgaden.
One's first Einspanner is a memorable vehicle queer-shaped, with
a comfortable back seat, having its top thrown back in fair weather,
and only a rudimentary front seat, from which the driver's feet fall di-
rectly upon the whiffletree. As the name indicates, it is drawn by one
horse harnessed, not between shafts as with us, but at the left side of
a pole, with a cat-a-corner sort of traction by no means economical of
14: TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS,
power. Behind is a " magazin," in which smaller articles of baggage
are locked, larger trunks being strapped upon its top. This is the uni-
versal one-horse vehicle of South-eastern Germany and Austria.
We trundled ont of the town and over the country road at a pace
which was to consume three hours in making the fourteen miles' dis-
tance. Half an hour out, at a foddering and beer-drinking station, we
fell in with a "Zweispanner" a comfortable two-horse landau re-
turning to the hotel for which we were destined. Our driver made a
shrewd contract, by which we were to be carried the remaining long
pull for one-half of our three-dollar fare. The change was in every
way advantageous. Our road soon left the Salzach plain, and led up
the wild and beautiful valley of the Aim ; up hill and down dale, past
chalets with stone-laden roofs, past the little fields of peasant farms,
through groves of fir and white birch, and along the brink of the rapid
white- watered river. Frequent hay for beast and frequent beer for
man are constant incidents of Tyrol travel. Every few miles the team
must be drawn up for baiting, and the blue-eyed Kellnerin brings beer
as a matter of course ; but the beer is good and the fare is cheap, and
the hours thus dawdled away are by no means lost to one who comes
fresh to all this unaccustomed beauty and interest. Time thus spent
at way-side inns among costumed peasants here in the foot-hills of the
great Alpine chain is time gained for the memories of all future years.
We may have been three hours, or we may have been four hours, in
going from Salzburg to Berchtesgaden ; but should we live for fifty
years, no time can dim the charming recollections of that drive.
Scattered along the road at very frequent intervals are the shrines
and stations and crucifixes with which this whole land is disfigured.
To the South German mind the tears of the Virgin and the cruel bodi-
ly suffering on the Cross seem to be the only effective emblems of
Christianity. Generally absurd, often painful, and always coarse, these
tokens are too frequent to excite reverence, and can have little other
effect than to maintain the routine of the formal observances of the
Church. The Madonna often wears hoops of enormous dimensions;
she frequently weeps behind a painted handkerchief : in one instance,
where she was of wood and of life size, she held the fresh-ironed linen
with printed border of our own time. So little does the real character
VXD Eli THE JTATZMAXX.
15
of the Crucifixion impress itself upon the popular mind, that it is by
no means uncommon for the bleeding wound of the wooden Christ to
be decked with flowers or ribbons on festival days. In one case a
bunch of cat-tails was stuck between the knees. It is perhaps well for
the tourist that these shrines occur so frequently, for their shock is
weakened by familiarity, and one soon comes to pay little heed to them.
The valley of the Aim is too narrow, and offers too little chance for
cultivation, for its agriculture to be more than the pettiest farming of
a very poor and hard-worked people ; but as it bends at last around the
THE WATZMANN, OVERLOOKING BEECHTESGADEN.
grand southern sweep of the Untersberg it widens out into broad and
rich farms, overlooking which, occupying a high plateau, and itself
overlooked by the gigantic \\ 7 'atzmann, lies the ideal Tyrolean village
of Berchtesgaden.*
No doubt there are other places as charming, but none ever touched
us quite so nearly as this. Its situation, its air, its evidence of having
pleasure for its chief industry, and, above all, its picturesque people.
* This district is politically in Bavaria, but in all its characteristics it belongs to Austrian
Tyrol, which it joins.
16
TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
combine to make it quite a village by itself. It has to the stranger
almost a suggestion of theatrical effect, greatly due to the marked
costumes of the peasantry, who form so conspicuous an element of
i its population. Both men and
women adhere to their national
dress as firmly as though no Ein-
spauner had ever brought a trav-
eller from Salzburg to see them.
On week-days it is sobered by
the rust of long use, but it is still
the same in its essential parts; on
Sunday it is gay galore, and it is
worth while to rise early and look
out from a front window of the
Hotel Watzmann as the people
are gathering for early mass at
the old church opposite.
The accompanying illustra-
tions give the dress of the whole
peasant community, not touched
up for artistic effect, but precise-
ly as worn. The maidens de-
pend much on color and on their
broad silver necklaces with gau-
dy clasps, but the men's dress re-
sembles that with which we are
familiar only in coat and shirt.
The breeches are of black leath-
er, witli green cord down the
seams and green embroidery at the hip and knee; they reach only
to the top of the knee, and are so loose that in the sitting posture
half the thigh is exposed. No stockings are worn under the heavy
hob-nailed shoes, but a very thick woollen stocking leg, often orna-
mented with green figures, covers the calf, the top being rolled down
over the garter. For a length of about six inches at the knee the
leg is quite bare, tanned, ruddy, and hirsute with life-long exposure
PEASANT '.11:1.
THE WATZUAXX.
17
in a climate of great winter severity. The hat varies but little from
the form shown, and is decorated with feathers at the back usually
the half of a black cock's tail. This is the daily gear of these hardy
mountaineers, and is the type of the national costume of the whole
of Xorth Tyrol. Nothing conld be more artistic; but it must be a
deeply planted artistic feeling which sustains the wearers in fierce
winter weather. Grohmann (Tyrol and the Tyrolese) says that at a
wedding rifle match, when the thermometer was at 4: Fahrenheit, he
saw men come in their shirt sleeves and with bare knees from the hot
dancing-room, and stand shooting for an hour, heedless of the cold.
Pleasant as Berchtesgaden is in itself, it owes its great attractive-
ness to the beautiful Konigs-See, three miles away, at the end of a
charming brook-side walk through a deep and thickly wooded valley.
This lake is the pearl of Tyrolean waters. Statistically speaking, it
is six miles long and a mile and
a half wide. It is about two thou-
sand feet above the level of the
sea. Its inclosing mountains rise
almost vertically from its shore,
the snow -clad Watzmann to a
height of nine thousand feet, and
the others far above the line of
vegetation. The deep water of
the lake is emerald -green, cold,
and clear.
It was on the stillest and
sweetest of summer Sunday
mornings that we first saw it.
We shared a boat with a Vien-
nese doctor and his pretty wife,
and a kindly engineer of the salt-
mines. For rowers we had a ^
1 . Ill l-E.VS.VNT.
comely wiry-armed damsel and
two tough-sinewed, bare-kneed, cock-feathered young men one stand-
ing at his oar after the manner of a gondolier. They were a silent
and steady-pulling crew, ready with information, but entirely unob-
2
JS.
TYROL, AXD THE SKIIiT OF THE ALPS.
trusive. The boat-landing opens upon a beautiful fore-bay, shut in by
high hills which form a bold foil for the gray and white mountains
beyond them. This bay is soon crossed, and a turn to the right,
around the steep rocks, brings the grand main stretch of the lake
into view. On either hand rise the sheer mountain-sides, and straight
ENTRANCE TO T11E KONIGS-SKE.
to the front the snow-clad Stuhlgebirge stands like a vast wall. Be-
hind this chain is the head of the Schonfeldspitz, but little lower than
the Watzmann, which dips its feet in the lake, and holds its snow-filled
notch nearly a mile and a half overhead. It had rained heavily the
day before, and the little rills which usually trickle down the moun-
tain-sides were swollen to grand cascades, leaping from point to point
of their quick descent.
We climbed into the deep ravine of the Kesselbach, where a moun-
tain torrent has torn its rugged way and filled its path with huge blocks
wrenched from the mountain. Again we landed to walk over to the
pretty little Obersee, which lies in a lap of the hills at the far end of
the lake; and again to eat the renowned Saibling, or lake trout, at St.
Bartholomae a toothsome speciality of the Konigs-See and to drink
UXDER THE WATZMANN.
19
the perennial beer of the Yaterland. St. Bartholomae is a royal hunt-
ing chateau, which brings pence to the royal purse through the hunger
and thirst of the visiting public. It is a grim old chateau, with a pions
annex in the form of a gloomy little chapel, which invites many pil-
grims on St. Bartholomew's Dav. Its main hall is hung with rude
o / o
portraits of giant Saibling taken in the lake during the past century,
the honored name of its captor being given with each. These land-
ings were not without interest a large element of human interest,
too, for the travellers to the Konigs-See are various but we always
floated gladly back into the calin green deep lake, whence the en-
chanted setting of this enchanted mountain mirror seemed like a fairy-
land of the giants, reaching high overhead, and reflected far down in
the still waters below.
KONIGS-SKI:.
Each boat carries an old blunderbuss of a horse-pistol with which
to awaken the echoes at the narrower part of the lake. These are
quite remarkable. The pistol, being loaded with loose powder, gives
only a thud of a report, which is instantly returned from the nearest
shore by a loud cracking detonation, which is repeated with a muffled
20 TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
roar again and again, like the roll of receding thunder. I am quite
at a loss to explain the single sharp first echo which was invariably
heard.
It had been our privilege to go in a boat with three rowers for
only five persons, and our four hours' trip ever to remain unequalled
cost what the Schiffmeister regarded as an extra price forty-four
cents for each person.
For variety, and by way of indulgence to inexperienced feet, we
took an Einspanner for our return home. The variety made it quite
worth while, for the valley between Konigs-See and Berchtesgaden is
beautiful from every point of view, and the carriage-road takes quite
a different course from that of the foot-path. We were driven by a
young lout from a distant province, whose stock of information was
exhausted when he had told us that a pretty modern villa near the
road-side was owned by a Jew. We complimented the Jew upon his
good taste and good fortune, and were quite content to accept the
remaining miles of our road for their constant and changing beauty,
without further detail. It mattered little who owned this or that ;
it sufficed that at every turn there opened a new picture.
The Watzmann was our constant attendant, and it seemed strange
that while he looked so near, our whole journey kept him ever at the
same angle. In the clear sky of that Sunday it was impossible to
realize his distance, and only the eternal snow lodged between his two
/ o
great bare peaks indicated his height. The guide-books give detailed
instruction for reaching the summit of this mountain, and there are
in Berchtesgaden stout-limbed and intelligent guides to carry one's kit
and food and lead the way to the summit. But the mountain-climb-
ing passion is an uncultivated one in my breast, and I am quite con-
tent to leave nature's great peaks all unbereft of the mystery and
grandeur which they shed over those who wander wondering through
the valleys at their feet. I do not intimate that familiarity with their
crests would breed contempt, and I admire the enterprise and vigor
which scorn the fatigue and suffering their ascent must entail ; I only
beg to be permitted for myself to confine my wanderings over this
great and splendid world to fields which reward one with something
different from the view of mountain-tops from mountain-top. This
UNDER THE WATZ.MAXX.
21
LAKE IS SALT-MINK, liERCIITKSG ADKN.
may be a mid-
dle-aged weak-
ness, and it may
well be born of
but I gladly accept
such familiarity with the moun-
tains as one gains from the rich-
ly cultivated slopes and vales of
Tyrol as quite sufficient.
On one of the days of our stay we explored, so far as the public
is permitted to explore them, the great salt-works of Berchtesgaden,
which are the property of the King of Bavaria. This is the show salt-
mine of the world, and the act of visiting it was invested by old King
Ludwig with the artistic and dramatic air of which he was so fond.
There is little reason why the ten thousand who enter its galleries
every year should not go in the e very-day dress of the outer air; but
party after party is daily clad in the garb of the miners, the ladies in
a corresponding costume, as though the tour were attended with the
dirt and discomfort of a coal-mine. The galleries are quite dry so
dry that where timber is used for supporting the roof it needs to be
renewed only once in a century. The deposit is in the heart of a
high hill. There are five gangways, one above the other. Visitors
are taken in at the entrance of the lowest one, and only to the work-
ed-out ofalleries of the second, but this suffices to give a good idea of
O ' O C_>
the methods. The hill is entered for a distance of more than a mile,
TYliOL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
part of the way up a stairway of more than one hundred steps, and then
on and on into the very bowels of the mountain. Salt exists in a very
pure state to an unknown height above, and a shaft sunk one hundred
and fifty metres below the lowest excavation fails to find its bottom.
The workings are of two sorts, the quarrying of rock-salt for cattle
(four thousand tons per annum),
and the extraction and trans-
portation of pure salt, in solu-
tion in water, which is let in
fresh from the hills above, left
from four to six weeks to be-
come impregnated, then drawn
to a lower reservoir, whence it
is pumped to Feisterleite, sev-
en hundred feet higher on the
mountain-side. Thence it flows
through pipes to Ilsang, about
four miles distant, where it is
again lifted, this time twelve
hundred feet, to the top of the
mountain. From this point it
flows through pipes, always on
a descending grade, to Reichen-
hall, twenty miles distant. Here
it is evaporated, the crystallized
salt being ground for table use
(from twenty-five to thirty thou-
sand tons per annum). The av-
erage daily flow is over two thou-
sand hectoliters. The pump by
which this is raised is worked
by a water-engine of brass (six-inch cylinder), constructed precisely like
a steam-engine, and propelled by a column of water three hundred and
seventy-four feet high. One hundred pounds of fresh water dissolves
about twenty-seven pounds of salt, so that, in view of the abundant
water-power, this system of transportation is most economical.
COHTUME OK TllK 8AI.T-MINB.
UNDER THE WATZMANN. 23
The large pools in the mine in which the salt is dissolved are most
interesting. One which is no longer used is encircled with several
hundred miner's lamps, which only make its darkness visible. Visitors
are ferried over this pool in boats, and landed opposite an illuminated
transparent block of salt inscribed with the miner's greeting, " Gliick
anf." The descent from here is by a steep slide over polished wooden
rails, pitching at a sharp angle into the great pit where rock-salt was
formerly quarried. A guide goes first in the line, and regulates the
speed by a rope slipping under his arm. The visitors, sitting on the
rails, make a close-packed train behind him. The exploration of the
work completed, we are mounted, men and women together, astride
the elevated cushion of a little car which runs at great speed down
the descending track through the mile-long gallery, and out into the
broad daylight and the heated open air. For those who care to per-
petuate their absurdity, a photographer has set up his atelier hard by.
However short one's stay, Berchtesgaden must be quitted with re-
gret, and in our case at least there came the feeling, repeated at so
many places, that we should some day return here for a longer stay
and a closer familiarity with its varied interests. We were as yet
only at the threshold of Tyrol, and with at best time for only a sketchy
run among its mountains and valleys.
L'4: TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
CHAPTER II.
PASS LUEG AND THE PINZGAU.
departed, again in an Einspanner, with a driver who became
friendty and instructive after his sharp bargain had once been driven.
Our drive to Ilallein did not differ greatly from that from Salzburg,
save that at one of our halting-places we saw, perhaps for once and
all, and only through a telescope at that, the agile chamois feeding
quietly on the very face, as it seemed to us, of the perpendicular Un-
tersberg. Ilallein is a dull and dingy old town on the Gisela rail-
o o/
way, by which we made the half hour's run to Golling.
From Golling the glory has all departed. In the good old post-
coach days it had much renown as a chief starting-point of the wild
and beautiful ways into Eastern Tyrol. It is a long, straight Alpine
village on the mountain-side. Our windows commanded nearly the
whole street, with its curious people and its unfamiliar customs.
Where mountain brooks and springs are plenty the rain -fall is not
caught and stored as with us. It rained hard the whole night
through, and the long eave - troughs, reaching far beyond the wide
overhanging roofs, poured their torrents into the roadway from a
height of three or four stories, until it seemed as though the town
itself must be washed into the valley.
I am fond of the Landsleute of German villages, and the country
people who congregate of ati evening in the beer-room of every Gast-
haus have far more interest for me than their betters who travel, and
who fill the guests' eating-room with bad tobacco-smoke. I sat at table
with half a dozen of the wiseacres of the village, who were in warm dis-
cussion with a wandering Ilandwerker as to the propriety of the invest-
ment by the Golliug community of three thousand gulden in making
a better pathway into the renowned Ocfeu, a marvellous chasm in the
I'ASS LtJEtt.
PASS LUEG AND THE PIXZGAU. 27
mountain, through which the whole Salzach pours its flood. No city
ever discussed the improvement of its harbor witli more heated ani-
mation than was brought out by the two-sided question of spending
$1500 on a local betterment, which, it was argued, would restore to
Golling the cloud of visitors that the railway had diverted.
My next neighbor was a tall, raw-boned, grimy -faced, cheerful
shoemaker of the village, who soon made known the fact that he was
O t
Johann Kain, a licensed mountain guide (Bergfiihrer) of the province.
He produced from a w r allet at his belt the book containing his author-
ity, the established tariff of charges, the obligations of the Bergfiihrer,
the penalties for his misconduct, and the signatures and commendatory
remarks of his many patrons for long years past. As Baedeker tells
us, one clearly needs no guide for the plain path over the Oefen and
along the high-road through Pass Lueg to Snlzau ; but a few hours
witli an original character like Kain would be well worth his fee of
less than a dollar, and I was glad to engage him for the next day.
The trip was the more interesting for his company, and it must be a
marvellous two hours' walk under any circumstances.
The Oefen by far outmatches all other mountain gorges of which
I have knowledge. The Salzach is really a great mountain river, fed
by far-away glaciers and countless hill- side brooks. It drains the
whole northern slope of the Alpine range from beyond the Grosser
Venediger on the west to far east of Bad Gastein. During the pre-
ceding week unwonted rains had swollen every rill to a torrent, and
the river itself was a boiling, rushing flood of turbid waters. It has
torn its way through the high granite barrier, and mighty rocks from
its higher cliffs have fallen across its chasm, forming natural bridges
over the torrent, which are covered with grass and trees. Here and
there, through great clefts, the river is to be seen surging far below
with a deafening roar.
The descent from the heights of the Oefen strikes the highway
at the entrance of Pass Lueg opposite the curious Croaten Loch a
strongly fortified and almost inaccessible cleft in the vertical moun-
tain-side, large enough for a garrison of five hundred men, and an im-
pregnable position until artillery was brought to bear upon the splin-
tering rock which forms its roof. It was held by the Croatians in
23
TYROL, AXD THE SKIHT OF THE ALPS.
8O1ILO88 F1SCI111OKN.
1742, and hi the pa-
triotic war of 1809 it
played an important
part. For modern war-
fare it has no value,
and is only a relic of the past; but Pass Lueg itself, six miles long, and
often only wide enough for the river and the road, is an easily defen-
sible pass, and the only practicable opening through the mountain east
of the valley of the Inn. The Gisela railway passes its narrowest part
by a tunnel. At the east the pass is dominated by the Tannengebirge,
nearly eight thousand feet high. During the whole walk to Snlzau
my old guide talked of the hills and valleys and passes within walking
distance of Golling, which to him constitute the whole world, and be-
yond which he has never set his sturdy foot.
Having taken places in the observation car at the rear end of the
train a car with an open gallery looking to the rear and sides we
made a most memorable journey up the steep Salznch Valley and into
PASS LVEG AXD THE PINZGAU. 29
the Pinzgau. At Werfen the road, leaving the narrow gorge, passes
under the shadow of the high-perched fortress of Hohe Werfen, which
is not unlike the one which at Salzburg guards its northern entrance.
A writer cannot, without laying himself open to the charge of ex-
travagance, repeat so often as the description of such a journey de-
mands the superlative expressions which alone are adequate. The
reader's highest imagination will surely not overpass the grand and
beautiful reality.
A little further on we stop at Lend, the station for the renowned
Tyroleans think overrenowned Wildbad Gastein ; and as evening
closes in, always looking back over the same succession of mountains,
and always beside the tumbling stream, we round Schloss Fischhorn
Prince Liechtenstein's beautifully restored castle commanding the
Upper and Lower Pinzgau, the valley of the Zeller-See, and the Fusch
Thai.
30 TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
CHAPTER III.
ZELLER-SEE AND ZILLER THAL.
THE Zeller-Sce differs from the Konigs-See as much as one moun-
tain lake can differ from another. At the first view it is disappoint-
ing, but a short stay at its bordering village of Zell restores all of its
well-reputed glory. Its shores are everywhere low, and its surround-
ing mountains are distant; but as seen from the middle of the lake,
their grand forms, and their bare crests, or snow-clad peaks under the
ever-changing light and shadow of a cloud-filled sky, inclosing a vast
and fertile basin, make a perfect combination of Tyrolean beauty. At
the north, beyond the plain of Saalfelden, rises the rugged wall behind
which lies the south-eastern projection of Bavarian Tyrol. Far away
to the south, peering above the high green hill-tops, and hiding from
sight the glacier crest of the Gross Glockner, is the snow-covered
Kitzsteinhorn.
In a certain sense Zell has been spoiled by the railway. It is full
of tourists, and its lake is always busy with pleasure-boats; but we
have nowhere found more simplicity and quaintness than in the peas-
ant's house where we were billeted, the hotels being overfull. The
roaming visitors have made very little impression upon the native
population. Outside the modern hotels a kreutzer counts for as much
as ever, and the cheerful " Guten Tag" of all whom we meet in the
streets is as frank as in the remotest valley. Our handmaiden, Teresa,
was as amazed at our desiring more than a pint of water for our ablu-
tions as though she had never seen a traveller before. She brought,
quite cheerfully, a huge bread-bowl in place of the pudding-dishes we
had found inconveniently small, and a third carafe of water. She did
this with so much the air of having performed her whole duty that we
were fain to restrict our needs to the insufficient supply. So far was
ZELLER-SEE AXD ZILLER THAL.
31
she from expecting a gratuity for her prompt attendance that she
blushingly added to our bill a charge of six cents for shoe-cleaning.
Our large room, inclosed in thick stone walls, with iron -barred win-
dows and heavy oaken door, was as safe as a fortress. One corner
was occupied with a huge green glazed earthen-ware stove, set on a
high stone foundation. The beds were good, the linen was clean, and
the furniture included two cabinets one filled with Christmas-tree
decorations, and the other with Schiitzenfest prizes won by our host
in the sharp -shooting days of his youth. Gaudy religious prints
TUB WII.DE KAISER.
adorned the walls, and comfortable and well-kept furniture made up
the outfit of this " best chamber," for the use of which, with attend-
ance, we were charged forty cents per day.
The boats of the Zeller-See are different from any that we have
elsewhere seen. They are long, flat-bottomed craft, rising high at stem
and stern, with comfortable high-backed seats amidships. They are
propelled, like a gondola, with a single oar near the stern, where the
oarsman stands at his work, facing forward. The oar has a most cu-
rious spoon-shaped blade, about two feet long and eight inches wide.
It is considerably curved in the direction of its length, and slightly
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IIOPFOARTEX.
hollowed laterally. Its convex surface is its propelling surface. The
rowlock is a foot high above the gunwale, and has an ingeniously con-
trived universal joint of iron. The end of the oar, about opposite the
rower's breast, has a cross-handle. This is held in the left hand, and
is used for giving the lateral movement needed to preserve the straight
course in rowing at one side of the boat. The right hand is held low-
er down the stem. At first sight this struck me as the most out-
landish and absurd paddle I had ever seen. "Watching it at work,
it seemed one of the best. During the greater part of the stroke its
bearing against the water is at a right angle with the boat's course,
ZELLER-SEE AND ZILLER THAL. 33
and as it leaves the water the downward-turning blade seems to follow
the exact curve needed to bring it ont without splash and without re-
sistance. So far as I could analyze its positions, it was doing effective
work from the time the blade touched the water until it had entirely
left it, and this can be said of no other oar that I have seen. These
boats have a very holiday look, their sides and the broad oar blades
being painted with corresponding figures and colors, usually diamonds
of blue or red on white. The effect is complete when the boat is
freighted with girls in light dresses, and carrying the blue or red para-
sols which here prevail, and is rowed by a costumed peasant.
We were fortunate in hearing the Tyrolean zither played by an
accomplished master at a concert given during our stay at Zell. The
capabilities of this instrument are far greater than would be supposed.
In principle it is like a combination of the guitar and the harp.
The route from Zell to Worgl on the Inn is best made by rail, the
open observation car giving a view usually better than that from the
lower-lying and frequently shaded highway. It is rich from end to
end with grand mountain scenery, culminating in the great rugged
masses of the Wilde Kaiser, and then toning down to the more round-
ed forms, the fertile slopes, and the placid valley where lies the Arca-
dian village of Ilopfgarten.
As a convenient point from which to visit the Ziller Thai, we put
up at the beautifully placed Gasthaus on the hill above Jenbach a
modern Swiss house, with a chalet gallery in front of our windows
commanding a long stretch of the Inn Valley, its enclosing mountains,
and the high snow peaks beyond Innsbruck.
The Ziller Thai is the most renowned, and I am ready to believe
one of the most beautiful, of the pastoral valleys of Tyrol. It is pure-
ly pastoral, its two considerable towns having no industry not con-
nected with agriculture, and its steep hill -sides being bright with
farms and pasture alps to their summits. Rich woodlands occupy the
rougher and steeper slopes and its deep -cut side valleys, which are
noisy with tumbling water. Even more than other Tyrolese, the peo-
ple of the Ziller Thai have always been given to seeking their fortunes
through itinerant trade and minstrelsy. The money thus gained and
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the extreme fertility of the land have given them great prosperity.
Farmers own their own farms, and there is an air of comfort and
cheerfulness about their homes notably a great profusion of flowers
in the rich dark wood galleries of the chalets which we do not see
equalled among many more obviously wealthy people. Frugality and
industry seem to go hand -in -hand with cheerfulness and activity.
Among the older of both sexes there is much goitre, and the evidence
of a hard-worked life ; but the young girls especially are remarkably
well-looking. On the whole, the Ziller Thai presents as favorable an
example of a happy agricultural community as can be met with.
Zell, the capital of the upper valley, had been visited a week be-
fore our arrival with a devastating flood, the equal of which had not
been known for centuries, and had suffered enormous damage. The
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water had risen in a single night higher than the tops of the door- ways ;
the church-yard in the centre of the town had been submerged ; whirl-
pools had eaten great holes in the roadways ; every bridge on the river
had been swept away ; and thousands of acres of the valley lands had
been covered with slime, from which the water had even yet not en-
tirely receded. Such a calamity befalling a less prosperous people
would be well-nigh fatal ; but here the loss can be borne without suf-
fering, and the ultimate effect upon the valley lands will be beneficial,
the detritus from the granite mountain-Bides being of great fertilizing
value. It must be some years before the beauty of the landscape is
restored.
We found at Fiigen a capital example of the Tyrolean "Wirth"
in Samuel Margreiter, who keeps the Gasthaus zum Stern. Both he
and his wife were members of Ludwig Earner's company of Tyrolese
musicians, and in their travels they have acquired a good knowledge
of English. lie is a handsome, hearty, cordial fellow, and a man of
substance, to whom the traveller may be cordially commended. His
musical specialty is the Holzener-Gelachner (laughing-wood), known
to us as the Zillerphone. It is made of sticks of fir-wood of different
lengths, properly tuned by hollowing out their lower sides, loosely
strung together, and resting on thin withes of straw. They are rung
with little hard-wood mallets. Margreiter boasts that he taught the
use of the instrument to the Princess of Wales and Princess Louise.
ZELLER-SEE AND ZILLEE TEAL.
35
FAISM-HOI'SB.
He tells vis that the costume of the valley in its full development is
only to be seen on fetes, as at rifle matches and weddings. To our
foreign eyes marked traces of it were to be seen on every hand. The
women almost universally, young and old, wear broad-brimmed, small-
crowned, black felt hats, with thick gold or silver tassels lying on the
front part of the brim; and the singular custom, not much noticed
elsewhere, of carrying a carnation or other bright flower over the ear,
prevails quite generally.
In the towns Zell and Fiigen, and occasionally along the main
road, the houses are large stuccoed stone structures, with projecting
36 TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
roofs and galleries, the stucco whitened and the wood-work sometimes
painted. The detached farm-houses differ from those generally seen
in other parts of the country in being almost invariably unpainted,
their rich mellow- toned wooden upper stories and gables and their
gray stone -laden roofs harmonizing perfectly with the landscape.
Their mason-work, if colored at all, is either gray or buff, llude fres-
coes of the Madonna or the Crucifixion are very common on the outer
walls. The combination of house and stable under the same roof is
in strong contrast to our customs ; but the living-rooms of these houses
are tidy and comfortable, and often more home-like and inviting than
average agricultural interiors of our native land. There is a complete
separation, by stone partition walls, between the house and its belong-
ings. The main entrance and the rooms leading off from it are a sort
of crypt with vaulted arches supporting the stone floor of the main
story, where are the chief living-rooms. Under the roof are garrets,
store-rooms, and bedrooms. Each floor opens on to its narrow gallery,
and these are far overshadowed by the wide projecting roof, the ridge-
pole of which is longer than the lower edges, so that the top of the
gable reaches forward considerably beyond the lower line of the eaves.
Added to this forward pitch of the gable end, there is often a decided
"batter" or buttress-like spread of the stone-built part of the house.
Even those lines which are intended to be vertical or horizontal have
had only the inadequate guide of the country carpenter's eye, so that
parallel lines and right angles do not exist. The whole structure is a
sort of free-hand drawing, which agrees charmingly with the combina-
tion of rounded and rugged forms that makes the whole landscape.
Tucked away in grassy nooks far up among the clouds, accessi-
ble only by the hardest climbing, are the little chalets of the Senners,
or cow-herds, who pass the summer months in butter and cheese mak-
ing, and who, especially when of the female sex, furnish the material
for much of the romance and poetry of Tyrolean literature. This is
the native home of the Jodel, the clear, penetrating language by
which alone these widely separated and hard-worked hermits are able
to greet each other across the valleys and noisy gorges, and by which
at the end of the week the lusty youth of the valleys proclaim their
coming to their mountain maidens.
ZELLER-SEE AND ZLLLER THAL. 37
Probably no purely rural expedition would give more curious in-
struction, and surely none would be attended with more picturesque
and romantic accompaniment, than a thorough exploration of the fer-
tile slopes and the rugged high alps of the Ziller Thai.
O08TUMES OF TUB ZILLER T11AL.
We had another chief motive for halting at Jenbach in an inten-
tion to visit the Aachen-See, which lies eleven hundred feet up in the
mountains, over seven miles of rough road. The descriptions, the
photographs, and the reports of returning visitors indicated that while
it is well worthy of a visit, and while its introduction would be neces-
38 TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
sary into any complete picture of Tyrolean travel, it did not so much
differ from what we had already seen that we need face a steady and
persistent rain for the sake of it.
Then, too, we had been long enough in the country for the impres-
sion of the great cities of the world to have faded, and we had little
by little accepted the local estimate of the great metropolis of Tyrol,
the chief centre of its civilization and the great source of its artificial
supplies. We cherished, also, a charming recollection of a single au-
tumn evening passed in its mountain-guarded streets, and of the twi-
light vesper service in the Hofkirche among the bronze shades of
Maximilian and his chosen attendants. Better a day of what Inns-
bruck has to offer than the Aachen-See under low clouds and driz-
zling rain.
Our route lay up the valley of the Inn a fast -flowing stream
which drains the north slope of the Alps from the head waters of the
Salzach to the borders of Switzerland a stream which has torn its
broad way through the mountains, and has filled its valley with rich
deposit. As seen from the hill-tops, it is a thread of a river winding
through a wide and fruitful valley which rises gently to the feet of
its enclosing walls. Here, as everywhere, agriculture is the life and
soul of the industry, and a constant succession of broad fields of In-
dian-corn filled it with the air of luxuriance which this alone of north-
ern crops can give. The valley is rich in shade and fruit trees, its
higher slopes are beautifully wooded, and its smiling modern houses
and dull old castles indicate the age and persistence of its prosperity.
THOSE WHOM WE MET, AXD THEIR WAYS. 39
CHAPTER IV.
THOSE WHOM WE MET, AND THEIR WAYS.
"\VE were the more struck with the cheapness and rusticity of our
entertainment, because many who have written in these later years
complain that Tyrol, filled with travellers from all countries, has been
bereft, even in its remotest hamlets, of all its original simplicity: that
bumptious Americans and Englishmen have driven the modest Kell-
nerin from the dining-room, and substituted the garcon of the Swiss
hotels. So far as I can judge, this is not at all the case. Even in
much-frequented Gasthausern the waiting is almost universally done
by the Oberkellnerin and her maidens, the old customs of kitchen
and table are still adhered to, and the prices charged preclude the
idea of an advance having been made.
The Hotel Krone, on the bank of the lake at Zell, is entirely mod-
ern, sufficiently good and sufficiently costly; its men -waiters wear
dress-coats, and it has nothing in common with the native Gasthaus.
But one need not lodge at the Krone we did not, because we could
not and it has had no more influence over the customs of the village,
nor even over those of the old Gasthaus Krone, of which it is an out-
growth, than if it were twenty miles away. On the whole, I think
it has been too much the custom to decry " tourists."
Of course it is pleasanter to have a whole compartment to yourself
on the railway, and to find hotel servants devoted to you only. If
you are of a certain constitution, it is gratifying to feel that you alone
of all the enlightened world have been permitted to gaze upon this
water-fall, to drink beer at this remote Gasthaus, or to tread this
mountain path. But neither railway carriages, nor hotels, nor water-
falls, nor beer, nor mountain paths, were created only for us. No
word so lacks a definition as that one over whose illustration Thack-
40 TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
eray expended a volume without yet clearly fixing its meaning. I
have sometimes wondered whether the real snob may not be the ulti-
mate development of that incipient feeling which the best of us must
recognize among the emotions with which we greet a stranger coming
to the vacant scat beside us. For my own justification, I am glad to
believe that all mankind has this same instinctive distaste for encroach-
ment. The remarkable feature of the case is that so many intelligent
persons capable of enjoying travel to the fullest extent, and capable
of communicating their enjoyment to others, should fail to see that
the only field wherein to exercise their passion for original advent-
ure is in those undeveloped wilds which are always open for their
exploration.
The inhabited world certainly the whole of Tyrol is public
ground. It has been a favorite field for travelling since travelling
began. No one can say how much of its very essence it owes to its
long communication with the outer world. Even the remotest val-
leys furnish their quota to that great army of Tyrolese peddlers and
wandering minstrels which has for centuries overrun all Christendom,
generally returning to end their days on their native hill-sides.
If external intercourse has "spoiled" this people, we surely have
not to blame the occasional foreign sojourners among them. My own
idea is that they are and will remain less affected by the encroachments
of travel than most other peoples. The returning wanderer, bringing
back no foreign ways, resumes at once his Tyrolean life and character.
Quite naturally, about the large towns and much -frequented health
resorts, costumes and local customs recede somewhat to the back-
ground ; but in Tyrol it is still a very near background. In the busi-
est street of Innsbruck, and about the Kursaal at Meran, broad neck-
laces, bright colors, bare knees, and hat feathers are by no means ex-
ceptional. In the side streets of either town there is no more sugges-
tion of any foreign influence than there was before railroads had been
invented.
While pleading in behalf of the inevitable, I must say a word, too,
in defence of the much-abused railway; even more, I confess my pro-
found obligation to it. But for its kind intervention I should pass
this calm and peaceful Sunday morning not here, writing this record
THOSE WHOM WE MET, AXD THEIE WAYS. 41
under the vine-clad hills and beside a swift-running Tyrol river; I
should probably be writing long-neglected letters at Newport if, in-
deed, without the railroad's help I had ever emigrated even so far as
that from my native Connecticut village. The railways of Tyrol pass
through most charming scenery, and the device has yet to be invented
which is to equal in its value to the pleasure-seeker the " Breakwagen "
and observation car of the Gisela road.
Having once taught ourselves not to detest our fellow-travellers,
we have come to regard them with great interest. They are almost
exclusively Germans, and most largely from the very large middle
class probably persons in small business and small professions who
have economized throughout the year for the sake of a frugal excursion
in summer. It is not clear that they interest us more than we interest
them, but they have certain characteristics which to the American ob-
server are very marked.
I have long been familiar, in literature and in fact, with the pran-
dial methods of Continental Europeans, but each new experience de-
velops new possibilities of the art. As a study of the adaptation of
the means to the end, no field of investigation is richer. Photography
has still one achievement to make in securing an unsuspected instan-
taneous view of the table -d'hote of a German hotel. The processes
beggar description.
I make no question that there is a class of European society which
partakes of its food in a manner according with our conventions, but
it sends very rare representatives over any road which we have trav-
elled. Among the coarser and uncultured of every society we expect
little deference to the requirements of delicacy. But to see a pretty,
dainty, tastefully dressed, sweet -looking young woman bearing both
elbows hard on the table, stabbing her meat by a backhanded blow
with a fork, twisting her wrist and lowering her mouth to a con-
venient pitching distance, with the alternate by-play of a knife -blade
charged with softer viands, produces a shock which no familiarity can
soften. Only yesterday I saw a mild-eyed bride thus engaged, with
the occasional interpolation of a pickled onion by her fond and admir-
ing husband's deft harpoon. The effect was heightened by her vigor-
ous quaffing of a full liter of beer during the meal. Taking this ex-
42 TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
ample by no means an isolated one from the more refined sex and
class as a standard, I may safely leave to the reader's imagination the
athletic exercises in a like direction of stalwart, hungry, and ambidex-
trous men. Vale !
This, however, by the way. I speak of it only as a noticeable cus-
tom of the people. It is a custom only ; it is not rooted in any de-
fect of character. Accepted in a kindly spirit, our German fellow-
travellers seem amiable, happy, kindly, affectionate and too often
noisy. They evince far more pleasure in their travel than do the
rarer English and the very exceptional Americans who cross our path.
The appreciation of line scenery which draws the English to this land
is not a demonstrative appreciation. As a rule they go sedately, si-
lently, and most respectably on, without touching with even the hem
of their garments the real essence of the people among whom they
wander. The Americans are more varied and individual, but by no
means always more admirable. As an example : we encountered on
the Brenner railway two of our compatriots, clearly an Eastern mer-
chant and his new wife, pretty and well dressed. Their language and
enunciation indicated fair education, and their silence suggested prop-
er breeding. Their occasional speech \vas marvellous to hear. The
man's sole observation concerning Innsbruck was that he had "never
had a better meal at a way-station." Through the most majestic parts
of the valleys of the Sill and the Adige he slept soundly, isever a
Schloss or Schlucht did they notice. She, justified in her opinion that
she had a very pretty hand and rings, spent much time in drawing on
and off her gloves. After doubling the great ox-bow at Gossensass,
by which a descent of over five hundred feet is accomplished in a di-
rect distance of a few hundred yards, she expressed her disapproba-
tion of such a waste of travel. She did not see " why the engineer
couldn't let us go straight on." Arrived at Brixen, she roused her
drowsy lord with, " Oh, here's one of those queer things Maggie told
us about!"
Without rising to look, he asked, "What is it?"
"Why! don't you remember? A priest" pointing to a huge
brown-frocked Franciscan friar, and giggling merrily.
All else that they said and did was equally appreciative, and one
THOSE WHOM WE MET, AXD THEIR WATS. 43
could readily imagine the satisfaction with which they would return
to the more congenial surroundings and companionship of their native
life, and assert their clear conviction that Continental travel offers lit-
tle that need tempt an American to a second trial.
I have made this digression touching the people whom we meet,
partly to show that the encountering of them is by no means an nn-
mixed evil. No human soil is so barren as not to yield fruit of way-
side entertainment. No nation and no class fails to produce its food
for reflection.
EDELWEISS.
CHAPTER V.
THE CITY OF THE INN.
ALL travellers have their fancies and their predilec-
tions. I am by no means alone in giving the brisk little
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Innsbruck a high place among my own. Heine rung
its praises fifty years ago : " Innsbruck ist eine unwohn-
liche, blode Stadt." Another has called it a " pearl in
Austria's beautiful crown of cities." It was the Em-
peror Maximilian's favorite town, and the beautiful Philippine Welser
loved it hardly less than she graced it.
A single autumn twilight and starlight glimpse, years ago, im-
pressed upon our own minds a picture of quaint and curious interest,
of bright and cheerful beauty, and of grand and noble surroundings,
which had lasted undimmed through the intervening time, and which
is now only brightened and freshened and more deeply imprinted by
familiarity with scenes which then were only suggested. In detail,
there is not very much to describe, but the little that there is is most
noteworthy. The tout ensemble is lively, bustling, cleanly, and hand-
some. Our windows look out upon the broad main thoroughfare of
THE CITY OF THE INN.
45
the town a street of great width and finely built. In front of us
stands a tall marble shaft bearing the statue of St. Anna, its high
base surmounted by life-sized figures. Far away to the left, over the
tops of the houses and over the triumphal arch of the time of Maria
Theresa, are the blue peaks bordering the Brenner Pass. To the
right, rising like a vertical wall, as if from the very heart of the town,
is the sturdy snow-streaked mountain, whence the wolves, as is told,
used to look down into the streets and startle the citizens with their
hungry howling. From the cab-stand below us the drivers of the odd
little three-cornered Einspanners beckon us to drive. Yonder, above
the dim arcades of the older town, beside the broad roof of the palace,
rises the tower of that little court church which is more fall of historic
and artistic interest than many a great cathedral a church whose
broad nave is nearly filled with the superb sarcophagus of the great
Emperor Maximilian I.
MA1U.V THERESA 8TKA8SE, INN8URUOK.
The chief of Innsbruck's street sights is the " Goldenes Dach :" a
heavily gilded copper balcony roof, which Count Frederick of Tyrol
snrnamed " of the empty pocket " built against the front of his pal-
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ace in 1500, at a cost of $70,000, as a substantial refutation of the
popular taunt. The palace is long out of date, and the old quarter
in which it stands is given over
to the commoner walks of trade ;
but this beautiful balcony, with
its gilded roof, still remains the
richest monument of the city's
streets. The large park and the
shaded walk beside the swift-
rolling Inn might well grace a
larger and richer town ; but
these and all else that Innsbruck
has to offer must give way be-
fore the attractions of Maximil-
ian's tomb.
Subsequent visits have served
to define but not to materialize
the unearthly impression remain-
ing from the first one, made in
the dusk of a warm Novem-
ber evening, when the gloom
of the church was deepened by
the solitary altar light and the
faint glimmer of candles in
a hidden chapel where vespers
were being chanted. High up in the middle of the church the kneel-
ing form of the robed monarch faces the altar. At the corners of the
slab on which he rests are beautiful figures, and the sides and ends of
the sarcophagus are panelled with twenty-four reliefs in marble, repre-
senting prominent events of his life. Most of these are by Alexander
Colin (sixteenth century), and were said by Thorvvaldsen to be the most
perfect existing work of their class. The sarcophagus is enclosed by a
light grille of the most graceful and delicate iron-work, richly gilded.
Seen from the entrance of the church, this fine tracery is in harmony
with the exquisite wood -carving of the first line of pews. At each
side of the nave, between the large pillars, and at the ends of the altar
UOLDENKS 1IA01I.
THE CITY OF THE INN.
steps, stand colossal bronze statues of the emperor's family, his chosen
friends, and his most admired heroes twenty-eight in number. Both
the tomb and these surrounding figures were made in accordance with
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his own instructions, and in compliance with his last will. Aside from
his relatives and family connections, the company includes Clovis, King
of France, Rudolph of Hapsburg, Theodoric, King of the Ostrogoths,
King Arthur of England, Godfrey de Bouillon, and Ferdinand of Ara-
gon. Of these, the Theodoric and
Arthur, by Peter Yischer, of Nurem-
berg, are of great artistic merit, the
Arthur especially so. The others,
by different artists, are often gro-
tesque and curious; but as a compa-
ny of guardian spirits about a great
man's tomb they lend a dignity which
no other device could compass. They
certainly give an interest to this small
church which distinguishes it in a
very marked way from all others.
Without this tomb and its acces-
saries the church would still be
memorable as being the burial-place
of the great Tyrolean patriot, An-
dreas Ilofer, who, rising from the
position of a village innkeeper (al-
ways a position of distinction among
Tyrolean peasants), became the leader
in the uprising against the Bavarians,
lie was to Tyrol what Garibaldi has
been to Italy. His house in the Pas-
seier Thai is a chief historic centre of
the country, and the rooms in which
he slept during his campaigns possess
a similar interest for the people to that of those in which Washington
slept in his campaign through New England. His portrait in the
museum at Innsbruck represents a sturdy Teutonic countryman, gor-
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43 TYROL, AXD THE SKIliT OF THE ALPS.
geous with the embroidery and green and red of the costume of his
valley. The engraving here given is after the miniature which is con-
sidered the most faithful likeness. Here, too, are tablets commemo-
rating the death of Hofer's comrades, Haspinger and Speekbacher, and
a fine modern monument to those who fell under their lead.
AMiKKAS 1KMKK.
In a chapel adjoining the church, founded by Ferdinand II., Count
of Tyrol, are his grave and that of his wife, Philippine Welser.
The central figure about which the interest of this region most
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gathers is that of this beautiful daughter of an Augsburg merchant,
who made here her cherished home, whose virtues and gentle char-
THE CITY OF THE IXX. 49
acter no less than her beauty so fixed her memory in the hearts of
the people, that she is as real a personage to them now as when she
lived among them three hundred years ago, and who has rescued her
worthy husband from the oblivion which, in much less than three cen-
turies, so few escape.
WJBLSEB, OF AUUSBU1HJ, OOUNTEHS OK TVBOL.
Their castle, Amras, stands on a superb hill an hour's drive from
the town. The view from it reaches from the highlands of Bavaria to
o
the lofty peaks of the Upper Inn. and stretches across the fertile maize-
grown plain to the great snow-covered mountain back of Innsbruck.
It is now the property of the Emperor of Austria, and the principal
parts of its artistic collection, formed by Ferdinand, as well as the
50 TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
best portrait of its beautiful mistress, the original of the preceding cut,
have been removed to the Imperial Mnsenm at Yienna. It is still,
however, rich in objects of great interest, having a line collection of
armor and arms, and the best of the furniture of Philippine^ apart-
ments. Among these are rare cabinets, organs, spinets, and writing-
tables of the choicest workmanship, and of extravagant cost. In many
of the rooms the fine old carved four-posters are still standing, and the
countess's bedroom is still furnished as when she used it, including the
cradle in which her babies were rocked. The collection of portraits
is of great interest, among them one of Philippine Welser at fifty-two,
still beautiful, and a late portrait of Maria Theresa in her widow's
dress. Most of the rooms were heated with highly ornamented terra-
cotta stoves. Even in these minor details the profuse expenditure,
which is everywhere noticeable, is conspicuous. The whole castle is
beautifully maintained, and one needs to be told, so rich is it still,
for the time when it was occupied, that its chief treasures have been
taken away.
It is not the least good thing about Innsbruck that its surroundings
afford most charming walks and drives. We drove one afternoon up
the zigzag course of the great Brenner highway, climbing always, but
always gently, up the valley of the Sill, made more interesting now
by the remarkable construction of the Brenner railway, whose cut-
tings and tunnels and arches and embankments, seen from the oppo-
site heights, look like toy marvels of Lilliputian engineering. Such
a combination of rich hill side, wooded slope, deep gorge, rushing
glacial river, rocky mountain top, and peaceful sunlit beauty is rarely
seen. Closing the view before us, and rising like a barrier against
the apparent trend of the valley, stands the great pointed peak of
the Serlos
Leaving the road and climbing a short, steep cart path, we come
suddenly upon the deep and steep-sided Stubaier Thai, at whose head,
lapping over the edge of a great mountain-top, hangs the eternal Stu-
baier Glacier. This is the very heart of the mountains a valley
scored deep among their highest peaks. The group by which it is sur-
rounded carries no fewer than eighty glaciers, four of them of the first
THE CITY OF THE IXX.
51
rank. No less than forty peaks to which its side valleys lead are close
to the ten thousand-foot line of elevation. Other members of the
Oetz Thai group, and other gorges draining their glacial floods away,
help to make up this wildest centre of the Tyrolean Alps.
Our view into this valley of grandeur was from a sweet-smelling
hay -field, where cheerful women and girls were raking the windrows,
TEKRA-OOTTA STOVE AT AMKAb.
where fragrant-breathed cows were drawing hay-wagons, and where
sturdy men were busy loading the fresh-cured crop.
Far down in the valley, high up on its little alps, and clinging to
its steeper acclivities, farm-houses and Sennerin's huts and peaceful
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villages shelter a population
to whom this mountain val-
ley is the centre of the uni-
verse, who here toil and weep
and love and die, all uncon-
scious of the great world which lies beyond their almost impassable
cliffs. The field where we sat belongs to the great mountain Gasthaus,
where Andreas ITofer held his last head-quarters. It is a very large
house, and its cheerful Kellnerin showed us all its mysteries : its
clean bedrooms; its " Speise-Saal ;" its quaint old wood-finished
"Sitz," where the peasants gather for their evening beer; its milk-
room, with brimming pans and well-scoured utensils; its stables for
horses and cattle all under the same huge roof; its ornamental gar-
den, with a little fountain, and the saints and Madonnas frescoed on
its outer walls.
It would be ungrateful to dismiss the subject of Innsbruck without
THE CITY OF THE INN. 53
referring to Mr. Franz Unterberger and his shop, which is a sort of
travellers' head -quarters, stored with wood -carvings, Tyrolean knick-
knacks, and the beantiful collection of photographs which his enter-
prising camera has brought from all quarters of the land. " Bild-hau-
ing" (picture-hewing), or ornamental wood-carving, is nowhere more
artistic than in this part of Tyrol, and TJnterberger's exhibits at Phila-
delphia and at Paris gave evidence of the great excellence here at-
tained. The relief carvings of Tyrolean character scenes are incom-
parably fine. To a stranger the best thing about the shop is Mr. Un-
terberger himself. He speaks English perfectly, and is a man of the
quickest intelligence, and learned in Tyrolean matters. We found him
always ready, without the least reference to his interest in us as cus-
tomers, to give us the fullest information and advice.
The valley of the Inn above Innsbruck the Oberinn Thai lies
out of the route of ordinary travel, the Brenner road striking off to the
left and winding up the wild Sill Thai. The upper valley presents
the same general character as that below the city, save that its moun-
tains are drawn closer together, and its bed, rising higher and higher,
comes nearer to their summits. It is essentially a part of this " Val
Deliciosa," fertile, populous, busy, and cheerful. Telfs, one of its con-
siderable villages, is a charming example of the larger valley centres.
In its remoteness it promises to remain forever unconscious of the
march of more modern improvement.
The summer heats of the Inn Thai are far greater and more per-
sistent than would be supposed from its position on the northern slope
of the Alps and its considerable elevation (Innsbruck is nearly two
thousand feet above the sea). Its intervale for miles is almost exclu-
sively occupied with broad fields of Indian-corn, giving it a home-like
air to the American eye.
54 TYROL, ASD IRE SKIRT OF IRE ALPS.
CHAPTER VI.
THE PEOPLE AND THEIR LIFE.
A GOOD idea of the characteristics of the country and the people
of North Tyrol is given by Grohmann in his "Tyrol and the Ty-
rolese," from which one may gather information concerning the win-
ter climate and occupations unknown to those who only make a holi-
day run through the country in the summer months. Mr. Grohmann
is half Tyrolese himself, and seems to be as familiar with the hardy
sports of the country as with those of England, where his other half
belongs.
He describes vividly the terrible straits to which the frugal Tyr-
olese peasants are reduced by the deep and persistent snow, which en-
tirely cuts off many of the valleys from communication with the outer
world for months together. Mountain huts are sometimes entirely
buried. He recounts the rescue of an aged couple who had been
imprisoned for nine days, with only a goat and a few loaves of bread
for their support. Chamois-hunting and the shooting of the black-
cock, both confined to the higher and more remote mountain-tops, are
sports involving the greatest fortitude and power of endurance, and
are always attended with danger.
For a picture of Tyrolean life in the remoter valleys I know of
nothing so striking and effective as a little story called Geier- Wally
nothing the reading of which so exactly anticipates the impressions
which one's first trip produces.
The persistence with which humanity attaches itself to fertile land
without regard to danger is illustrated elsewhere than here. The peas-
ants on the slopes of Vesuvius push their cultivation and plant their
homes in the very track of a possible lava stream, and, all the world
over, facility for obtaining a livelihood blinds the cultivator to all
risks. Grohmann says : " In the Wild-Schonau, North Tyrol, not a few
TUB PEOPLE AND THEIR LIFE. 55
of the houses are built on such steep slopes that a heavy chain has to
be laid round the houses and fastened to some firm object a large
tree or bowlder of rock higher up. ... In one village off the Paster
Thai, and in two others off the Oberinn Thai, many of the villagers
come to church with crampons on their feet, the terrible steep slopes
on which their huts are built, somewhat like a swallow's nest on a
wall, requiring this precautionary measure. ... In Moos a village
not very far from the Brenner, having a population of eight hundred
inhabitants more than three hundred men and women have been killed
since 1T5S by falls from the incredibly steep slopes upon which the
pasturages of this village are situated. So steep are they, in fact, that
only goats, and even they not everywhere, can be trusted to graze on
them, and the hay for the larger cattle has to be cut and gathered by
the hand of man."
I have myself seen, in walking among the hills, little stores of hay
piled against the upper side of protecting trees, where it had been
brought in armfuls when cut and cured by the spike-shod hay-makers,
who gather their little crops here and there on the steep grass-patches,
almost at the limit of vegetation, pack it in nets or in sheets, and bring
it on their shoulders down the steep and dangerous paths.
My earlier idea of an "alp" was that of a level plateau at the top
of the lower mountains. Alps which are even nearly level are very
rare, especially among the higher elevations. Generally they are so
steep, so broken, and so inaccessible that one wonders how cattle are
got to them, and how the} 7 can be trusted to graze over them. These
alps are bounded by no fences, and it must be an anxious task for
those who have the herds in charge to get them safely together at
milking- time. Each animal wears its bell, not the hollow-sounding
dull cow -bell with which we are familiar, but musical in tone, and
heard for a much greater distance. The Alpine hut, and the Sennerin,
or dairy-maid, who spends the whole summer in nearly solitary atten-
tion to her hard duties, are not altogether what one's imagination might
depict. She is not the dairy- maid of poetry, nor is her temporary
home filled only with the more ethereal pastoral associations. Yet
these people, too, have a romantic and imaginative side to their lives,
and are happy and wholesome and content.
56 TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
The agriculture of North Tyrol, outside of the valley of the Inn,
is mostly confined to very small operations. A feAv cattle, a few
sheep, a little poultry, a few small fields, and a mountain pasture
constitute the stock in trade on which the industrious and frugal pair
bring up their family in comfort and decency, accumulate portions for
their daughters, and lay aside a provision for their own old age. La-
bor-saving hardly exists. Everything is accomplished by unmitigated
and unremitted toil. In youth and in early life the people are stal-
wart, active, and hearty; but old age comes very early, and at forty
the vigor of manhood and womanhood is passed the activity and
vigor, but by no means the endurance : up to really old age even
slight little Avomen carry enormous loads in the baskets at their backs
up and down steep rough hill -sides and mountain paths, where an
untrained tourist must puff and toil to move his own unencumbered
person.
It is not easy to see how in a country so broken as this, and where
so many farms and even whole villages have no access to market ex-
cept over mountain foot-paths, any system could be introduced which
THE PEOPLE AND THEIR LIFE.
57
would lighten the labor of the people. On not one farm in fifty in
the mountain valleys could the mowing-machine be used, and from at
least one-half of the hay and grain fields the whole crop has to be car-
ried away on the heads and shoulders of the people. Something might
be gained by the introduction of a better race of cattle, but it is a
question whether these too would not deteriorate under the constant
exercise needed to pick up a living on these broken pastures.
The conditions of living are very much modified by the wandering
propensity which is so common among the Tyrolese. As musicians,
as peddlers, as cattle-dealers, and as mechanics, they travel over the
wide world, bringing home a comfortable profit and a quickened in-
telligence.
" FINOEB-11ACKING." [t'HOM A PAINTING BV IIEFBEGGEB.]
The mental and moral characteristics of any people can of course
be only very imperfectly measured by a casual traveller. The Tyro-
lese are represented as being extremely superstitious and priest-ridden,
but no evidence of this was obvious to me. They are unquestionably
58 TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
honest and faithful, and universally temperate. Probably every man,
woman, and child in Tyrol drinks beer and wine as constantly and as
freely as we drink water; but during all of my journeyings in all parts
of the country I have not seen a single person either drunk or under
any considerable influence of drink. There are, too, very slight evi-
dences of poverty, and beggars are rare. Among themselves, especially
at the Gasthausern in the evening, the younger men are noisy and up-
roarious, and much given to bad music and harsh play. Some of their
games are rough to brutality, and it is not long since the use of the
knife was a constant accompaniment of their quarrels.
Wrestling and "finger -hacking" (hooking the middle fingers and
twisting for the mastery, even at the risk of the joint) are still com-
mon, and are watched by comrades with the same interest which at-
taches to a cock-fight or a dog-fight in England. Among a people
the conditions of whose life make physical endurance a cardinal virtue,
these trials of strength and of the ability to endure pain are regarded
as tests of manliness, and even the women who witness them applaud
their most brutal manifestations.
ACROSS THE BRENNER.
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CHAPTER VII.
ACROSS THE BRENNER.
THERE are few railways more interesting to a traveller familiar
with the construction of public works than that which crosses the
Brenner Pass from Innsbruck to Botzen. It is nearly eighty miles
long, and was built in four years. The natural difficulties were even
greater than those of the Scunnering, or of the Apennine road from
Pistoja to Bologna.
Within a distance of little more than twenty miles it makes an as-
cent of 2500 feet, with a nearly uniform gradient of one in forty. Its
escarpments and embankments are prodigious, and their protection
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against the wash of the mountain-side is admirably provided for. At
one point, where the banks of the Sill offered only an insecure foun-
dation for the abutments of a bridge, the river itself was turned by a
tunnel through the rock, the old bed being crossed on an embankment.
The road passes through twenty-two tunnels, the longest of them 2750
feet. Several of these tunnels are built on considerable curves, and of
60 TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
one near Gossensass both of the mouths are in sight from the car win-
dows at the same time. The scenery traversed throughout the whole
distance is of the wildest and most romantic character; and as the road
follows the course of the old highway between Germany and Italy, it
is full of historic interest, from the repeated and stoutly contested
struggles for its possession from the time of the Romans down to that
of Andreas llofer. Old castles and monasteries, some in ruins, some
still occupied by private families, some turned to Stadthauses and
some to breweries, give that marked difference which always exists be-
tween European scenery and our own. After crossing the Brenner
Pass the course of the road strikes the valley of a little brook which
gathers re-enforcements as it goes, and becomes a roaring river the
Eisach Ionic before it falls into the Adi<?e at Botzen.
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Botzen lies 3500 feet below the summit of the pass, deep down be-
tween the red porphyry cliffs by which its plain is bordered, and in
the luxuriant climate of North Italy. The hill-sides and the valley
are covered with abundant vines, grown on thickly covered sloping
trellises; and, by slow-turning wheels of Egyptian device, the Eisach
lifts up its water to irrigate the grass that grows beneath them.
As Innsbruck is the metropolis of North Tyrol, so is Botzen that
of South Tyrol. But what a suffocating, close, stuffy, fonl- smelling
metropolis it is ! It has the credit of having been founded by the
Romans, and its business streets are bordered by the heavy and gloomy
arcades common to hot climates. Many have spoken of it as a charm-
ing town ; but in our repeated experiences we have found ourselves
assailed by such indescribable odors and oppressed by such an ab-
sence of light and cheerfulness that we have come to regard it rather
as a necessary stopping-place on the road to other points. Whence its
smells come, its street smells, I mean, the source of its house smells
is too obvious to be doubted, I have never been able to discover; for
Botzen is essentially a city of clean streets. It is well supplied with
fountains of clear water, and the turbid tide of the Adige sends a
copious and rapid flow through all its streets. This latter runs through
covered gutters with openings at frequent intervals, where women kneel
over their wash-boards as at a brook-side.
It was a stifling hot night when we arrived, and we supped in the
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open air in front of a restaurant. The broad sidewalk was already
filled with guests, and our table was set out in the open roadway,
where friendly dogs assisted at our meal, and made themselves and us
much at home. The fare was unusually good, and I had the curiosity
to make a memorandum of our menu and of our bill, which is as fol-
lows (for two persons) :
English fillet of beef, with egg 0.430
Potatoes, saute'es 0.043
Macaroni a 1'Italienne 0.043
Salad, with cheese 0.15G
Omelette aux confitures 0.112
Tyrol red wine (one bottle) 0.120
One cup of coffee with milk 0.016
One cup of black coffee 0.008
One cigar 0.030
Fee to waiter 0.125
Making a total of one dollar, five cents, and three mills.
Botzen has a church of somewhat celebrated beauty, and the piazza
commands a glorious view of the high-perched Rosengarten, one of
the most characteristic groups of the whole dolomite formation, more
completely a collection of grand "pinnacles" than any other that we
have seen. The view of this followed us well out on the road toward
Me ran, through the broad and fertile Adige Valley, luxuriant with fig-
trees and vines, with olives, tall cypresses, and all the characteristic
vegetation of the South, walled in and sheltered on both sides by grand
porphyry mountains, high up on whose slopes the hardy cultivators of
its rich soil have planted their farm-houses and their hamlets. We
were still in Tyrol, near the castle, indeed, which gave its name to the
country, but in the richest valleys of Lombardy and Venetia we could
not have been surrounded by a landscape of more thoroughly Southern
aspect.
The nobles and the monks of the olden time knew well how
to select the most beautiful and commanding sites for their hab-
itations, and the high hill -sides of the Adige Valley are as rich as
the banks of the Rhine with the ruins of their castles and their
monasteries.
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TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
I'AUIMI CllUBGU, BOTZKN.
At Terlan, an hour's drive from Botzen, the village church lias a
conspicuous leaning tower, said to have been built by the architect of
the tower of Pisa, who is claimed by the Tyrol ese as a countryman. If
the tower of Pisa is no more successful in its architectural effect than
the tower of Terlan, it is a shabby builder's trick, without beauty and
without special interest. The Terlan tower is a very large one, and is
inclined at an awkward and uncomfortable angle; but its centre of
gravity falls well within its base, and no especial skill was needed in
its construction. The tradition of the neighborhood says that it was
built erect, and has taken its inclination from a settlement of the
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63
foundation, which rests in the alluvial deposit of the valley, and is
often deeply submerged by the floods of the Adige.
The Einspanner horse seems to be unacquainted with oats, but he
takes his hay at very short stages of his journey. "Lisa," onr com-
fortable bay mare, was hauled up at the tumble-down little inn of a
tumble-down little village, among the vines and olives, for her habit-
ual refreshment. We found the interior comfortable and clean, and
the Terlaner wine delicate and good. The gradations of rank among
the working-
people always -
struck ns as
curious. The peasant drivers ot
our humble drags seemed never
to perform the office of groom.
The stable-boy of the Gasthaus
always takes charge of the feeding and watering, the driver mean-
while taking his quarter liter of red wine, and tipping the hostler
MEB.VN, FEOM TUB KUOUEI.UEUG.
64 TYROL, AXD THE SKIKT OT THE ALPS.
with a petty fee, like a gentleman. As the afternoon wore on, onr
wrinkled and antiquated Jehu grew communicative. lie was prond
of his age (seventy -two), and he needed little encouragement to wan-
der back to the old days before the time of railroads, when he rode
postilion with the diligences over the great post -routes. Of all the
hard -riding company to which he had belonged, he alone is left.
He seemed to regard himself as the sole remaining monument of a
period that has gone never to return. The present, with its swift
travel and frequent changes, had no interest for him. lie was a
dreamy old Rip Van Winkle, with whom the interest of life lay only
in the past until, we being discharged and a return freight from
Meran being in order, the present, with its daily bread, came bravely
to the front.
THE CITY OF THE BELLS. 65
CHAPTER VIII.
THE CITY OF THE BELLS.
FEW places along the southern slope of the Alpine range have such
a reputation, and few deserve it so well, as the beautiful health-resort
of Meran. It lies at the north side of the broad valley of the Adige,
close under the shelter of the mountains, and where a bend of the val-
ley carries the protection well around toward the west and east. Its
drawback to those in robust health lies in the prominence everywhere
given to its restorative characteristics. It is emphatically and con-
spicuously a "Kurort" a resort for invalids. On the other hand,
many of the appliances for the comfort and entertainment of the sick
are of a sort to increase the attractions for the well. Through the
town runs the very swift and copious torrent of the Passeier, the
banks of which are pleasantly laid out the sunny side as a winter
promenade with sheltered basking places, and the shady side (the
summer promenade) with cool retreats and rustic seats under the
cover of dense trees and immediately over the rapids. By municipal
regulation every guest, whether a Kur subject or not, must contribute
his weekly fee for the support of the Kursaal, the reading-room, the
brass-band, etc. He enjoys them all the more, perhaps, for his sound
condition.
No community of Yankees could have turned the whims and fan-
tasies of invalids to better account than have the physicians and the
lodging-house keepers of Meran. They seem to have left no curative
stone unturned. The grape cure, the whey cure, the cow-milk cure,
the sheep -milk cure, water cure, pneumatic cure, and everything
which may tickle the fancy of a malade imaginaire is worked up to
its last pitch ; and if faith in means is equal to the abundant and va-
rious healing provision, Meran must be a sick man's very paradise. It
may, indeed, well be that without any of these artificial accompani-
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66 TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
nicnts; for its pure mountain air, its great freedom from wind and
dnst, and its most equable climate (save in the heat of summer), must
combine with its abundant vegetation and its most charming landscape
to stimulate nature to her own best restorative processes. Whatever
may be its effect upon the sick, I can vouch most heartily for its value
to the well, for in few places have I found myself so incited to the
best mental and bodily effort as here not the stimulus and excitement
of the higher, crisper mountain air, where one may perhaps be led to
tax life's powers inordinately, but a wholesome feeling of energy
which fits a man for his best and steadiest work. And not work only,
for nowhere else does solid and uninterrupted idleness, the dolce far
niente of able-bodied and vigorous manhood, come so naturally and
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leave so little regret. It seems as though time spent in the purest
loafing here were really time gained in one's life and memory.
There is no rose without its thorn. Meran, the charming, the
sunny, the serene, the health-giving, the life -cheering Meran, has a
skeleton in its closet a skeleton whose dry bones rattle and send a
shudder through the nerves, through the very marrow, even of its most
robust visitors. How much more must it affect those who are already
unstrung by real "illness, or, still worse, by fancied invalidism ! The
deep sleep which its pure fresh air so fosters is broken as with the
very falling of the heavens. The tranquil reverie to which its soft
acacia shade invites the happy soul is crushed as with the angry voice
of devils. The idle saunter beside its noisy, tumbling Passeier Bach,
the complete absence of thought to which the most active mind is
wooed by its ceaseless swirl, is changed to torture as with the sudden
crashing of the very ear-drums. In the still sweet hour of the night
and in the broad light of serene day it comes, all unawares and unex-
pected, and grinds the soul with its harsh turmoil. The enterprising
doctors and landlords, and the municipality itself, may do their bravest
and best to make their town a haven of health and rest: the priests,
whose hand seems turned against all mankind, hold the instrument of
torture with a firm grasp, and turn it remorselessly in every suffering
breast. By day and by night, in season and out of season, and with-
out rhyme or reason, the " harsh iron, clangor of the bells, bells, bells,"
leaves no rest for body or soul, and makes life here, where all else is
THE CITY OF THE BELLS. 67
calm and quiet and peaceful, a constant alternation of delight and
misery. Indolence, reverie, sleep, and all tranquillity are hour by hour
jarred and broken by a senseless jangle of brazen noise, as church tow-
er after church tower takes up the oft-repeated alarm, and sends its
fiendish vibrations through every unwonted brain.
In all parts of Tyrol the common people adhere to their native
characteristics, little influenced by any tide of foreign travel that may
flow past them. Nowhere else is this more true than at Me ran. The
streets are filled with bare -kneed peasants wearing pointed brigand
hats, leather breeches, embroidered belts, and broad green suspenders
covering them like vests ; the shabbiest hats are decked with feathers
and flowers, and in the smallest detail of their life and conversation
the people are purely and only Tyrolean. They trudge through the
streets with heavily laden baskets at their backs, or drive their oddly
yoked cows before the clumsy basket-bodied wagons, as their ancestors
may have done, and probably did do, a hundred years ago. Surely
few other peoples could live thus for years side by side and face to
face with money-spending and modern-dressed strangers from all cor-
ners of Christendom and remain so entirely unaffected by the contact.
A gentleman to whom I took letters introduced me to one of the
largest fanners of the district, who kindly explained to me many de-
tails of the methods of cultivation in vogue; The land is extremely
fertile. Not only in the valley, but everywhere on the hills and moun-
tain-sides, wherever a little land is free from rock and stone, all the
usual Northern farm crops thrive remarkably; and not only these, but
the vine, the fig, and the Spanish chestnut as well, save in too high
or too exposed situations. The statement, often made, that the lemon
grows out-of-doors here and ripens its fruit well is practically a mis-
statement. It does grow out-of-doors (in the summer-time), and it
does ripen its fruit (5u warm sunny corners), but the tubs in which it
grows have to be moved into glass houses for winter. The land is al-
most exclusively owned by those who till it. As is always the case
with an industrious people farming its own rich land, the whole agri-
cultural community is in a very prosperous condition, and individuals
of more than comfortable wealth are by no means rare.
68 TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
The grape is the most conspicuous crop, and very fair red wine is
abundant and cheap. Here, as in much of Northern Italy, the vines
are grown on trellises, forming, with their thick foliage, what may best
be described as a series of "lean-to" roofs, facing toward the sun, and
supported by substantial timber at a height which makes it possible to
cultivate Indian-corn under them. Excepting a strip a few feet wide
along the rows of vines which is kept clean and well hoed, the inter-
vening ground is occupied by grass or corn, or occasionally by other
crops. These vineyards are far more picturesque and attractive than
the Lima-bean-like plantations along the Ehine and the Mosel, but it
is possible that the dense shading of the whole ground, and the culti-
vation of grain and grass on the intervening spaces, have much to do
with the quality of the wine made, which, though wholesome and pala-
table, is by no means comparable to wine of a corresponding grade
grown in the Rhineland, or in France, where, also, the bean-pole sys-
tem prevails.
Not only in the valley, but almost equally on the hills, even to a
great height, irrigation seems to be the sheet-anchor of the farmer.
Water is abundant, and, as the streams are fed from the mountain-tops
(often from glaciers), it is constant throughout the season of growth :
during the summer months there is never a lack. It is applied to the
vines at certain seasons, and to wheat and other grain crops; but the
great use of this aid is upon the grass fields, which are copiously flood-
ed about once a week. I have read so much about the processes of
irrigation for years, without getting anything like a clear idea of its
methods of practical operation, that I shall not attempt any complete
description of them here. All of its details are extremely simple. On
other than quite flat land the inclination given to the gutters, and the
consequent rapidity of the flow, is much greater than I had supposed.
Even in the minor channels in a grass field the current runs nimbly
on, and the main feeder for a ten-acre field is a babblino- brook. The
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quantity of water used is more than I had thought, but not so great
that (by the use of simple methods of storing and occasional discharge)
the process might not be adopted very widely in our Eastern States.
I had equally failed to realize the effect to be obtained by thorough
irrigation ; it is one of those things which " must be seen to be appro-
THE CITY OF THE BELLS.
69
elated." I think
that there was
hardly a day,
from the time
when we left
Salzburg until
o
we reached Tu-
rin, when we
did not see irrigation going
on, and quite np to the end
of September there was hard-
ly a day when we did not see
hay -making. In many cases
the fourth and sometimes the
fifth crop was being cut, and
always crops of very respect-
able yield. If I had learn-
ed no other lesson from my
journey, I should be amply re-
paid by the realization it has given me of
the great importance of irrigation, on the very
small scale as well as on the large ; of the almost
universal ability to make use of it in one way or
another ; and of the extreme simplicity and cheapness of its methods.
SOULOSS TIROL.
70 TYROL, AXD THE SKIIiT OF THE ALPS.
Our short stay only sufficed for the merest taste of the excursions
which are one of the chief attractions of the region. We were told
that we might renew every day for a month the delightful experiences
in walks and rides and drives which made our sojourn in this land of
the vine and the fig' and the snow-capped peak seem quite unique
among our adventures. The great object of interest that which is
first pointed out by the arriving coachman, which holds the most
prominent place among the vanities of the community, and which real-
ly deserves all its praise is the venerable Schloss Tirol. Curious and
interesting, but not in itself especially remarkable, it trembles on the
border line between ruin and restoration, between neglect and care.
Standing on a low hill with an indifferent outlook, it would be no
O *
more than any ordinary castle in Tyrol ; but planted on the crest of
a grand spur uf the mountain, 1200 feet above the town, with an out-
look up and down the valley of the Adige, it commands a view of un-
rivalled beauty and variety. To the left, the broad deep trough where
the Adige flows to join the Eisach at Botzen is a very paradise of fer-
tility and luxuriance, bordered by the deep green vegetation and the
grand red rocks of the porphyry mountains through which it has been
cut. Standing sentinel over this valley is the high sharp profile of the
Mendel Spitz. To the right, far below, is the tumbling white torrent
of the river tearing its way over sharp rocks and among great bowl-
ders, and making a rapid descent of nearly a thousand feet. Farther
on stretches the colder and higher but still rich agricultural vale of
the Vintchgau. Over and beyond this are seen the Ortler Spitz, the
Laaser Glacier, and other white-shrouded members of the Oetz Thai
gfoup. The whole transition from the warm and fertile plains of the
South to the dead reign of eternal snow is covered by a mere turn-
ing of the eyes from left to right.
This old stronghold has the unusual distinction of having given its
name to the land to which its possessions were added by the marriage
of one of its daughters, Margheretta Maultasch (" Pocket- mouth Meg,")
to the reigning count.
Seen from the town, it seems neither very far away nor very high,
but I found it a hard hour's scramble for my little mountain horse
from the hotel to its dependent village, Dorf Tirol. At first the road-
THE CITY OF THE BELLS. 71
way paved with long stones laid across it was almost like a stair-
case, and its steep course continued so long that when we came out
upon the crest we met the curious illusion of water running up hill.
The irrigation ditch at the roadside was flowing rapidly toward us,
but the sudden change in the grade of the road, and the steep moun-
tain side in front of us, made it hard to realize that we were not de-
scending.
The old lords of Schloss Tirol added to the inaccessible steep on
which they founded their fortress the further security of a long tun-
nel through the hill as an easily defensible entrance, with the inscrip-
tion, "Imperator Gloriosus Viae istius Antor." The hill is of a sort
of hardened clay or softened stone, which is slowly washed away by
rain. Here, as in other similar formations, there occurs the curious
"phenomenon" of earth pyramids. The whole hill-side is flanked
by tall pinnacles of earth, each surmounted by a large bowlder. These
stones have served as umbrellas to protect the earth under them from
the reach of the rain, which has gradually washed away the interven-
ing mass, and left them standing like light-houses with black rocks in
the place of lanterns. They are a weird -looking company to come
upon at twilight, and one almost hesitates to leave them behind un-
questioned as he dives into the dark Knappenlocli, and rides on
among the shades of the Middle -Age bandits and marauders who
used to make its vault echo with their riotous jeers, as they rode home,
booty-laden, in the old barbarous days of the robber knights.
Another castle, " Schloss Trautmansdorf," to which we were taken
quite unawares by a driver who gave us a twilight airing, is, in its very
different way, hardly less interesting. It is a real castle of very old
date, but it has been preserved from decay, and kept fresh and most
habitable. Like all of its contemporaries, it stands on a cliff which is
difficult of access.
It was on our way to this castle that we first saw the traditional
vineyard guardian of the Tyrol an example of "costume" in its
maddest development wearing the Tyrolese dress, resplendent with
unusual colors, and a huge head-dress of feathers and fox tails and all
manner of outlandish decoration. The ancient purpose of this "get-
up" was to strike terror into the hearts of grape-loving boys and girls.
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TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
More recently its object is said to be the amusement of tourists, the
more serious business of protecting property depending on the fact
that the guardian carries fire-arms, and has authority to use them.
O */
Notwithstanding all the inviting journey that lay before ns, and
despite its miserable and incessant bells, the temptation Avas strong
to lay aside all energy and ambition, and to idle away the rest of
our holiday in lovely Mcran ; but it would be as hard to tear ourselves
away a month later, and we drove back one fine morning toward
Botzen. But what a freight we took with us! what a fund of new-
found impressions ! what memories of the sweet vale of Meran, and of
the mountains and hills, and of the great Vintchgau portal to the high
Alpine country where the Oetz Thai group guards the western frontier
of Tyrol !
VINEYARD WATG1I.
INTO THE GEODNEB TEAL. 73
CHAPTER IX.
INTO THE GRODNER THAL.
IT is curious to observe how. a great railway throws into obscurity
the country through which it passes. It plants widely separated cen-
tres of civilization here and there along its route, but practically it
cuts off the wayside villages from intercourse with the world. In the
old diligence days every village between Innsbruck and Botzen was
familiar with frequent travel; its post-house was enlivened with
throngs of passengers, and its special industry or interest had a public
upon which to thrive. The Brenner railway has changed all this. The
great flood of travel between the north and the south is swept unheed-
ing through the valley, only here and there a tourist, tempted by beauty
or romance, halting to awaken once more the echoes which have so
long been stilled in the guest rooms of the abandoned Gasthaiiser.
Railway travel down the valley of the Eisach is eminently satisfy-
ing; the rate of speed is slow enough for one to take in intelligently
the most attractive features of the landscape ; its halts are frequent
enough and long enough for one to study the character and the cos-
tumes of the peasants gathered about the stations, and one arrives at
Botzen with the satisfactory feeling of having " done " the Brenner.
Such was our own impression after repeated trial an impression which
might have lasted through life had we not had occasion to learn its
inadequacy. How often, I wonder, has our blissful ignorance blinded
us to the best our journeyings have had to offer? In this instance
our enlightenment came with the drive from Botzen to Waidbruck on
such an afternoon as seems generally to be reserved for the occasion
of our expeditions. I say it with bated breath, lest the fates should
overhear me and break the charm, and I even whisper the German's
cautionary " nicht beruferi." But it is a secret which I cannot withhold
TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
from my readers
that though those
who precede us
and those who fol-
low us may be sad-
dened with rain
and gloom, when
we travel the clouds
part before our
pathway, and give
us sunshine and
bright flowers and
sweet breezes.
The interest of
the road begins im-
mediately on leav-
ing the town. The
transition from its sombre streets
and its arid piazza to the roses
and the vine trellises is instant.
Soon the narrow plain is passed,
and the great walls of the valley
draw closer together, leaving at
times barely room for road and
river and railway. The moun-
tains grow higher and steeper as
the valley narrows, and we pene-
trate a deep and majestic gorge,
winding abruptly to right and
to left; now veiled in the shades
of twilight, now bursting again
into sunshine, tilled always with the rivers roar, and always rich
with a grandeur and beauty which one can no more appreciate from
the windows, or even from the observation car of a railway train, than
one can appreciate Niagara from the Suspension -Bridge. The form
and the substance we may get; but the spirit, the sweetness, the sing-
ALPEN ROSEN.
IX TO THE GRODNER TEAL.
75
ing of the birds, the fluttering of the leaves, the climbing of the shad-
ows, the life and the still-life these need the calm and deliberation
of slow locomotion. The pleasant greeting of travelling peasants;
the clambering of scared goats up the sheer cliffs ; the suggestions
of the fire -blackened rock where gypsies have camped; the hawk's
nest at the top of a dead tree; the strongholds where Hofer and his
-xx ,,.,, tyiiyy'" ' ^-', ~~- *" ." ' *~~ " -.s"' "..*H^
A VILLAGE bTHKET.
hardy men contested the passage of the gorge, as the Romans and
the Goths had done before them ; the degree to which nature, unheed-
ing all the heroic record of history, has drunk np the wasted blood
with the simplest vegetation, and holds all these rocks and ravines as
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TYROL, AND THE SEIET OF THE ALPS.
ST. 1'I.IiIOlI AND THE LANG KOFEL.
pure and fresh
as though they
had known only
the grazing of
goats and the
soaring of hawks these come to
the apprehension by processes too
slow for the railway ; not coming,
they leave ns ignorant of the real
essence of remote travel.
The great Gasthaus at which
we stopped for hay and coffee is
a great ghost-house now, peopled
with the memories of the post-
INTO THE GEUDXER THAL. 77
ing days. It still maintains a brave front, gay with flowers, fresh
with scrubbing, and always ready for the hurrying throng, which now,
alas ! sends it but rare and transient representatives. How long this
old post-house of Atzwang will continue under its old impetus no one
can say. It gets a little foot- weary travel by the high-road, and it is
the starting-point for the Kastelruth entrance to the Dolomites; but
all this is little for so great a house, and sooner or later " Ichabod "
must be written over its door-way.
How many of my readers have ever heard of Waidbruck ? If they
are told that it is an odd little Tyrol village under the shadow of the
mighty Schloss Trostburg, the Roman Acropolis of Sublavione, and
the birthplace of Oswald von Wolkenstein, the Minnesinger, and that
at the end of its single street a white picket gate opens to let us into
the Grodner Thai, they will still have much to learn ; for Waidbruck is
its only entrance, and though one of the smallest, the Grodner is one
of the most curious and most interesting of the valleys of all Tyrol.
Physically, it is a deep score in the steep side of the mountain,
eighteen miles long, and 3600 feet higher at its upper than at its lower
end. Its population numbers about 3500, which number has not ma-
terially varied for ages. Until 1856, this people always known and
always noted kept up their frequent intercourse with the world, and
carried to it their abundant wares over the roughest of mountain foot-
paths. Kow a good carriage -road a marvel of difficult and costly
communal engineering leads down the steep valley to Waidbruck:
for us it led up from Waidbruck. Day had deepened to dusk, and
dusk to dark, long before we reached its capital village of St. Ulrich
locally and gutturally " Sanght Hulhrich." The Grodner Bach is a
roaring torrent, swirling its way between and around angular rocks,
and falling in frequent cascades. The close-lying hill-sides are steep
and craggy. Here and there, where a little clearing has been possi-
ble, a thrifty farm-house and overflowing barn cling to the acclivity.
Everywhere else thick forest clothes the rocky slopes, and through this
humming valley we climb higher and higher, past the little village
of St. Peter, past occasional level fields, and through still higher and
higher forests of pine and black fir, and more frequent clearings and
lighted windows. The tall straight pines are trimmed of their side
78 TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
brandies to make bedding for cattle, but often branches are left near
the top to simulate the cross. These stood in frequent silhouette
against the clear sky.
At a bend of the road there rises suddenly before us, high beyond
the great fir-clad mountain-side, towering above the very world, and
illumined with the golden glow of sunset, the majestic column of the
Lang Ivofel, the giant king of the Western Dolomites. Separated
from its own surroundings, standing out like red gold above the dark
forest and against the deep blue, solitary and unmeasured, a shining
blaze of glory, it beckons us on, like the pillar of lire by night, to the
wonders of the Promised Land. At last the hills part, the starry sky
opens, and the sparkling house-lamps of St. Ulrich stretch high up the
sides of the broad basin in which the village lies.
At the "White Pony" we found an amiable lisping landlord, and
an intelligent and friendly Kellnerin, ready to serve our comfort and
to minister to our wants. All the appliances of maps, horses, guides,
and luncheons, and wise advice, were at our disposal for the days of
our stay, and all the marvels to which the Grodner Thai leads were
before us for a choice.
The Grodner Thai itself engaged our earliest interest. Its hidden
and so long inaccessible fastnesses caught 2000 years ago the reflux of
the tide of Northern barbarians which swept down into Italy only to
be driven back by Roman valor, and save where such a sheltered
nook as this caught fragments of the fleeing band to be wiped from
the face of the earth. The eddy of Rhostian fugitives, resting among
these hills, stayed to transmit to our own time the blood, and the hardy
personal qualities, and the roots of a language which only here and
there besides have escaped total destruction.
The Northmen held to the mountain valleys the Grodner, the
Gader, and the Fassa and spread out over the intervening hills. The
Romans held the fertile lands along the rivers, and guarded the en-
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trance to the valleys. In time, tempted by the accumulated crops and
herds, and by the fertile fields of the Rhoetian bands, they encroached
upon their domain, usurped their homes, and absorbed their national-
ity. Hence the mixed race and the mixed speech, which hold their own
here better than in the Pyrenees, the Engadine, and elsewhere where
INTO THE GRODNEE TEAL. 79
the tongue of the troubadours has told of the mingling of Southern
and Northern blood, as the two races beat themselves together in
mountain warfare. Here, to-day, well within the Austrian domain,
and in close intercourse with the world by their active traffic, the de-
scendants of the old Rhoati-Roman heathen hold to their old Romance
COSTUME OF JUUL>E
language with the pride of birthright possessors. And not only here,
but all the world over, wherever a Grodner has settled, though he may
never see his native hills again, he cherishes his native speech, and
makes it the mother-tongue of his children.
o
It is a musical tongue, and a mixed. There must have been sol-
80 TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
diers of fortune in those days as in ours, for Spanish and French roots
are plenty in the speech, and these could have come to this distant
quarter only by the chance fortune of war. Naturally German words
have crept into it by contact, and the Italian of the valleys to the south
has also made its mark. But these influences have not sufficed to
change its fundamental character, any more than neighborhood, relig-
ion, and community have modified the fundamental character of the
people themselves; the Grodner is still distinct among Tyrolese, and
his valley is still unique.
"A Resident" evidently a priest with a soul above his beads
has recently published a considerable treatise (Groden, der Grodner,
und seine Sprache\ which might serve to make the " Ladin," as the
people call it, a written language. The composite character is appar-
ent at the very outset.
The numerals are: Unjn,doi,tre'i, catter, cinch, sies^sott, bit, nutf,
dios ; vint (20), cent (100). Other examples are: Prim (1st), second
(2d), seni.pl (single), dopl (double).
Jo sonj I am. Tajes thou art. El eilaje he is. JVous sonj
we are. Vo seis you are. Ei eilesje they are. Jo foe I was. Jo
soy stdt I have been. Jo foe stat I had been. Jo save I shall be.
El wo mel da he does not give it to me. 'IVme'l dis I am told (one
tells me).
Here is the beginning of the parable of the Prodigal Son :
L FIGLIUOL PRODIGO.
"Unj pere ova doi fionjs. 'L plu soun va unj di da si pere, y dis :
Pere ! daseme la pert, che me tocca, die he la intenzionj de men si da
tlo demoz. 'L pere partes la roba, y da al ti chell, che je tuccova. 'L
fi pocche 1' ha abu si arpesonj, sen jel sit da tgesa demoz ten] pais
dalonc. 116 ha el scumenca a rnene na slotta vita, y in puech temp s'
hS, '1 doffatt dutt chell, che 1'ova giata da si pere."
It is evident at, a glance that there is some special source of pros-
perity in this valley which marks it very distinctly from other parts
of Tyrol. It has its own thrifty agriculture and its frugal habits, its
untiring industry and its simple mode of life, which go so far to make
INTO THE GRODNER TEAL.
81
any people comfortable; but here is more than the comfort of even
the best agricultural valleys. A spruce New England air is seen on
every hand in fresh paint, new houses, trim-looking door-yards, and
the many minor evidences of good fortune.
The secret of it all is that in the last century the art of Holz-
schnitzerei was introduced among the people, and the manufacture of
wooden toys soon became general among them. For a long time this
industry has thriven, and has occupied the attention of nearly the
THE WOOD-OAUVER.
whole population. Even the children, on coming home from school,
sit at the bench and cut busily away at the special object to which
the talent of their family has been devoted for generations. It may
be horses, or cows, or donkeys, or sheep, or cats, or jointed dolls, or
soldiers. It is never a variety. The most skilful cat-maker would stand
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TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
defeated before the smallest wooden soldier. If the mother and the
grandmother made donkeys, tradition and family honor compel the
child to make donkeys, atid donkeys only, and to transmit the species
TYBOLEBE COSTUME, VAI. SUGANA.
unchanged to succeeding generations. In this way a certain skill, or
rather a quick deftness, has been acquired, which has led to most
abundant production. Ordinarily the quality of the work is extremely
rude; it rarely leads to anything like artistic performance; but it
has sufficed to fill the whole civilized world with the painted wooden
toys of the Grodner Thai.
For a century or so these wares found their way to market in the
packs of the peddlers, who regularly visited all the principal fairs of
Europe. Later, dealers in toys established themselves at St. Ulrich,
INTO THE GRODNER TEAL. 83
and bought the whole product for ready inoney. The peddlers turned
their attention to other merchandise, and to-day furnish a very large
quota of the pack-carriers who peddle the lighter appliances of do-
mestic life.
With the attachment to their homes which is characteristic of all
Tyrolese and, indeed, of all mountaineers the profit of their traffic,
saved with rare economy, generally serves to increase the comfort of
their native homes, and to improve the condition of their families. In
this way, as well as directly, the toy industry has been a chief ele-
ment in the prosperity of the people. Since the road has been opened
the shipment of toys in large packages has been carried on directly
from the valley, which is visited by buyers from most distant lands.
We saw huge cases marked for Spain, Sydney, and Brazil. Along
the valley road and on all the mountain paths we constantly met
women and children and old men with back-baskets filled with freshly
painted toys, all bound for Ilerr Purge r's great Noah's ark of a ware-
house.
It indicates what frugal life in Tyrol implies when we find that
the evidence of marked prosperity in the Grodner Thai, as contrasted
with small valleys where agriculture is the only resource, is chiefly
due to a petty industry which brings a return of less than one dollar
per week for each member of the population. This is supplemented
by the savings of the wandering peddlers, and there is a certain
amount of domestic weaving which ekes out the income of many a
family ; but when all is reckoned, we shall find that the art of money-
saving has been a larger factor in the accumulation of Grodner wealth
and comfort than the art of money-making.
The wood-carving is not entirely confined to the rude toy-making
in which nearly the whole peasantry is employed. There are many
carvers of Madonnas and saints some of them skilful who find their
market wherever the Catholic Church exists. The chief dealer in St.
Ulrich has some examples of artistic work, inferior, however, to that
of Innsbruck. We visited a carver's shop where an old man and his
wife were busy with church effigies, large and small. They were ex-
tremely deft and clever in the handling of their many tools, and in
the precision with which they cut to the exact line where the desired
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TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
expression la}" hidden. We selected an unfinished group "The Edu-
cation of the Virgin" and sat by while the grave and responsible
maternal look was developed in St. Anna's face, and a real learner's
interest and curiosity were awakened in the Virgin. It is a rude lit-
tle block, and we declined to have it "finished;" but it is full of ex-
MOL'NTAIN 1'OKTKK.
pression. Made without model or drawing, it is real, honest sculptor's
work. The trained eye of these people sees the statue in the unhewn
wood, and they know how to cut away the chips which conceal it.
During our wanderings we made quite a complete collection of
photographs of Tyrolese costumes, some of them belonging to this val-
INTO THE GRODNER THAL, 85
le} r . The habit with regard to dress varies with the locality. Here
and in the Ziller Thai the every-day gear is not especially marked, the
fnll costume being reserved for Sundays and festivals. In other val-
leys, at Me ran and at Berchtesgaden, the "world's" dress is hardly
worn at all by the peasants. Everywhere the climate seems peculiarly
adapted to the growth of flowers and feathers in the hat-bands of men
of all classes and of all nations. It is especially pleasing to see a staid,
smooth-shaven Englishman, who at home would reprehend the wear-
ing of anything less than a stiff hat, unbend his ri<nd lines, deck him-
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self with light and rolling felt, and sport a cock feather or a bunch of
Edelweiss at his crown. It is good, too, to see his sidelong glances at
the mirrors, and the little wreath of pleasure that winds about his lips
at the thought of such rare indulgence.
The costumes are everywhere interesting. Many of them depend
mainly on color, and cannot be well reproduced in engraving; but
others, as those of Val Sugana and the Sam Thai, are of curious form.
Most of them are very old, and they are all worn with traditional
pride.
Although the Grodner Thai is the seat of a special industry, its
agriculture has all the minuteness and care of that of the rest of
Tyrol. The wood-carving does not supplant, it only supplements, the
usual work of the fanner. The land is good, irrigation is universal,
and the little hill-side fields are very productive. There is onty the
one wagon-road, which leads to the head of the valley, with a few side
routes to the lateral gorges, where rude mountain carts -with wheels in
front and runners behind are occasionally used. Nearly the whole
transportation of hay and grain from the fields to the commodious
barns is over foot-paths, immense loads being laboriously carried on
the shoulders of the people, sometimes in large coarse sheets, some-
times in baskets, and sometimes on a sort of rack resting on the head
j o
and the back.
86 TTUOL, AXD THE SKIKT OF THE ALPS.
CHAPTER X.
A DAY OX THE SEISSER ALP.
ST. ULRICH is the best point from which to visit the Seisser Alp,
and the Seisser Alp is deemed the best worth visiting of all the high
pastures of Tyrol. Its fir-grown brink forms the southern horizon of
the Grodner Valley for many a mile, and its great eastern barrier, the
Lang Kofel, is nowhere more imposing than here, flanked as it is by
the grand Dolomite bank of the Meisules which incloses the head of
the valley.
I have been able thus far to withhold my personality and my per-
sonal belongings from the attention of my readers. I can do so no
longer. The day's adventure which I am about to describe owes some
of its important features to my relations with the gentler sex. I am a
married man, and my wife, who is large, and whose name is Jane, is
the constant companion, the guide and the check of my travels.
Jane is a person of rare virtues, of quick intelligence, of great force of
character, and a conscientious disciplinarian. In my case, if ever, the
sound motto is true, that " Ce que femme vent, Dien le vent." I cher-
ish no hope for long, I indulge no ambition openly, which has not had
the stamp of her approval. The well-regulated, middle-aged current
of my life owes to her sage judgment its even course. The deviations
into which, unguarded, I am sometimes led, are bent quickly and gent-
ly back to the straight path by her soft firm touch. It needs not to be
stated that my walk and conversation are unimpeachable.
Jane is in all things intellectual and spiritual my superior. In the
art of equitation she is my inferior. Here is my one triumph over
her, and henceforth, when I see evidence of undue assumption, I hope
that reference to the Seisser Alp will bring her meekly back to her
just level.
A DAY OX THE SEISSEE ALP.
87
TilK L.VNS KOFEL, FKOM THE SE1SSEB ALP.
As we first entered the hall of the White Pony we noticed a side-
saddle whose generous measurements seemed to set at rest certain
O
doubts with which we had contemplated the ascent to the flowery
meadows.
The morning after onr arrival a stalwart black horse Moro built
after the model of the knights' horses in the days of iron armor, stood
at the door, his broad loins caparisoned with that noble hog-skin. I
never hesitate to put up a nimble girl who floats to the saddle with a
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TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
touch, but I allowed Moro to be brought along-side a carpenter's bench,
whence my sturdy Jane sat down upon him with ease and dignity.
The stout back settled to an unaccustomed sway, but nothing broke,
and we marched bravely out on our venturesome way. Being mount-
ed, inconvenient doubts began to arise as to dismounting. One who
rides for the first time in twenty
years cannot ride all day without
intermission. Having dismount-
ed, how to mount again ? We
were bound for a region where
carpenters' benches do not pre-
vail. The question annoyed us
I say "us" from sympathy
until \ve had gone quite up to
the neighboring village of Santa
Kristina, and had left the hie;h-
' C?
road to cross the brook and take
the bridle-path which leads ob-
liquely up the mountain -side.
Was it a steep path? Ask Jane
if it was steep. I see her now
clutching that horn with her
bruised knee, that mane with her
weary fingers, that apparent sum-
mit of the climb with her anxious
eyes. I am guiltless of all wish
for revenge ; our small by-gones
may be by-gones ; old scores soon
heal in my wonted heart ; but
if there had been reckonings to
settle, how that long and weary hill would have fed my heart with
satisfaction !
At last the zigzag course each zig harder than the last zag
brought us out upon a plain, an inclined plain, beyond whose distant
rim projecting tree-tops told of level ground. Our guide voluble in
Ladin, but halting in German was a mute spectator of our woe. The
TVKOI.ESK COSrUME, 8AKN TUAL.
A DAT ON THE SEISSER ALP. 89
only comfort he could suggest was a cooling spring in the edge of the
Alp where we might rest and be consoled. In time we had finished
our first two hours' travel, and were fairly on the first pastures of the
Seisser Alp, 2000 feet above St. Ulrich, and only 4000 below the sum-
mit of the Lang Kofel, which rose like a huge fortress tower almost
across our path.
The spring reached, my own thirsty lips lay easily over its brim-
ming flow ; but the memories of even twice twenty years gave Jane
no precedent for this method of imbibition, and she sat like Tantalus
at the brink of the flood without the power to drink. My life has
been marked by many acts of conjugal devotion, but the humility with
which I carefully ate out a hard-boiled egg from its shell with the
point of my penknife, and filled the tiny cup again and again, until
the cravings of my bride had been sated, must stand recorded against
the day when I shall need special indulgence. We drank and we
ate, and we held council. We stood at the entrance of a land
whose praises had long been sung in our ears a land of many
cattle, of flowers uncounted, and flowing with a very tide of the rich-
est milk.
The air was filled with the melody of tinkling bells, the sun rode
warm in the September sky, and the smoke of Sennerin's huts floated
over the trees. To go on or to turn back that was the question
which racked us. The other descent was not harder than the way by
which we had come, but it lay miles on beyond the hills and valleys
we had come to see. Too wise for that, I ventured no advice, but I
rejoiced in her stout heart when my tried wife decided to mount her
steed and follow her venturesome day to its end. Even a woman's
decision is not always achievement, and to place that form again in its
seat needed more than mental exertion. The fences, the bar-ways, the
stumps, and the stones which we tried and found inadequate, it would
be tedious to recount. At last we succeeded, the guide and I, by dint
of our combined pushing, in forcing Moro close along-side a sufficient
rock, and in holding him there until his charge was seated.
On level ground all went well, and down -hill work was easy
enough, but the frequent steep climbs, as we came out of gullies and
up the banks of deeply furrowed brooks, tested the endurance of that
90 TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
fond frame, and lined the kind face with anxious thought as to the
coming hours.
Yet even personal inconvenience and dread could not dull us to the
glories by which we were surrounded. For miles away to the south
and west, accentuated by dark tree-tilled valleys, rolled the green bil-'
lows of this glorious summer pasture, dotted with cattle, radiant with
wild flowers, and traversed by the slow- moving shadows of clouds.
Hundreds of huts and barracks shelter its people and its hay, and
thousands of cattle feed over its unfenced expanse.
The Lang Kofel, the Plat Kogel, and the jagged little peaks of the
Horse Teeth guard its eastern side, and the Rosengarten. and the pon-
derous horned reef of the Schlern wall out the world at the south.
One is more in the heart of the Dolomites at Cortina, but nowhere
more impressed with their characteristic and solitary grandeur than
here.
We had counted largely upon milk for our food in this excursion,
and we made our next halt at the hut of a Sennerin who combines the
entertainment of chance travellers with her dairying industry. We
took seats on a porch at the shady side of the house, and at a table
where two cow-herds sat facing each other, eating "Sehmarn"* and
milk from the same earthen basin. A similar basin of milk was set
between us, and two iron spoons were furnished us. Preceding writ-
ers on Tyrolean travel had emphasized the badness of the food, and
a thoughtful friend in Xew England had kindly urged on our accept-
ance a dyspeptic preparation of parched and sweetened wheat meal
with which to supplement our insufficient provender. This had lain
unused and unneeded in our satchel all the way from home. Its time
had now come, and we soaked it, according to prescription, in our milk,
eating to the memory of friends who fancy there are mountains in
Massachusetts.
The cow-herds, finishing their meal, rose from the table, crossed
themselves, stood facing the east, and devoutly repeated a long prayer,
with due genuflection and bowing of the head, and then trudged away
to their work. The woman of the house showed us her simple smn-
* A compound of grease and Indian-meal.
A DAT ON THE SEISSER ALP.
91
iner dairy and her loom, inspected our novel outfit, and sent us on our
way rejoicing. She could spare no hay for our horses, and we marched
on to the hut of a bald and barefooted little old man, who made us
welcome, and stood in blue-eyed wonder as we told him we had come
from beyond the great sea. His loft not only fed our beasts, it fur-
OOSTUME OF TilE I>L'X T1IAL.
nished Jane a fragrant couch, where for two hours she slept away the
weariness of her saddle, and awoke refreshed for her further ride.
This was my first Alpine dairy, and a very good example it was
of the summer home of the mountain cow-tender, with an open hearth
in the smoky front-room, and a comfortable-looking bed in the milk-
92 TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
room. The old man makes both butter and cheese from a herd of a
dozen cows, and his employer sends regularly from Kastelruth to fetch
the product to market.
For five months the cows are kept here in the mountains, and dur-
ing the hay-making season the' whole vast Alp is gay with throngs of
young men and women, with work and music and dancing. When
we saw it the harvest was over, and only the cattle-tenders were left.
In another month it would be quite deserted, its great elevation
from 5000 to 7000 feet subjecting it to early killing frosts. It is a
compact rolling plateau of the richest grass land, varied by occasional
woods, thirty-six miles in circuit, and belongs mainly to the neighbor-
ing communes of Seiss and Kastelruth.
We took up our homeward march about the middle of the after-
noon, and struck across over the hills toward the rough cart track
which leads down through the wild Saltaria Gorge into the Groden
Valley some distance below St. Ulrich. Jane's comfort did not increase
indeed, her sufferings did not cease but she is a woman, and when
she had given to her sensations the varied articulate expression with
which she is so richly gifted, she relapsed into her most eloquent con-
dition of silent and enduring fortitude, which, more than any spoken
words, tears my heart with the consciousness that I have, all by my
own blundering, masculine obtuseness, led her a sad and sorry dance,
whose last echoes I am far from having heard.
However, the magnificent view we gained of the far-away snow-
fields of the Oertler Mountains, bordered at one side by the great gray
precipice of the Schlern, and at the other by the green slope and pine-
clad crest of the Puflatsch, could be trusted to remain and delight her
memory long after the bruising and straining of the ride had been for-
gotten ; so I was sure of my final recompense. Then, too, with all her
greater qualities, she has feminine traits which are always available,
under skilful manipulation, to divert her attention from her own dis-
comfort. Babies, dogs, cats, and donkeys hold the key to her most
hidden heart, and even horses are extremely useful in emergency. I
have never found that horses are especially fond of clover heads. Of-
fered a handful of grass containing them, it is not these which they
first select. Yet so firm is her conviction that a tuft of red clover
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blossoms is the last desire of the horse's palate, that I can calm her
wildest moods by indulging her in this pet fiction. How she would
ever have made the long and really trying descent to the valley, had
I not kept her Moro supplied with these talismanic tidbits, I do not
know. Thus diverted, she came blandly down, and I laid her bruised
form, sore with seven hours' riding, on the best feather-bed at the
Pony, happy in the thought that I had mitigated to a marked degree
her unexpressed eludings for my ill-judged exploit.
The next expedition I made by myself with a guide. Two hours
of slow driving took ns np the steep road through Santa Kristina and
Santa Maria to Plan, at the very head of the valley, where at a height
of over five thousand feet a curly-headed Rip Van Winkle keeps a
pleasant-looking inn and a small farm. While rny horse was being
fed we sat on the balcony together, and chatted about his possessions
and his easy-going life. It was with real glee that he lay back in his
chair and pointed to a little army of women and girls, gay with all the
colors of Grodner clothing, reaping merrily in his small grain -field.
He was evidently in the early stages of inherited prosperity, and life
was all " happy-go-lncky " for him. Hidden away in this obscure cor-
ner of the world, he is likely to be his own most frequent customer,
and his sturdy Gretchen already shrugs her shoulders over his un-
thrifty ways.
My destination, the Coll di Rondella, was an hour and a half away
np in the sky. It is a " compromise " ascent, an ascent to be made
in the saddle, where a guide is taken only as a matter of courtesy, an
easily reached eminence which suffices to save the reputation of one
who visits a mountain region without tempting the Fates by crag
scrambling. It suited my own ambition precisely, and I rode up the
steep, rough bridle-path with the feeling that I was performing an
easy and pleasant duty. Much of the route lies over the broken Alps,
between the Lang Ivofel and the Meisnles here close neighbors and
infinitely grand and touches nearly the summit of the Sella Pass.
Close beside the pass rises a steep mamelon of a hill, grass-grown to its
summit, and so much lower than the greajb peaks about it that it seems
only recently to have attracted the notice of travellers. Its last ac-
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clivity is too steep for riding, and it is trying to unhardened legs. I
was beginning to toil and blow when the guide taught me quite a new
use of that noble animal the horse. Hitherto I had regarded his tail
as a merely ornamental, or at best as a fly-whipping, member. I now,
for the first time, learned its value as a tow-line. Grasping it with
both hands, I found it an efficient mitigator of my labor, and I came
fresh and happy to the top.
The sky was clear, and I stood literally amidst the glories of the
THE GLACIER OF MARMOI.ATA.
upper world. The tiny houses of Campidello nestled in the sunshine
far down in the Fassa Thai. A little stretch of dull Alpine grass and
moss lay all about; and beyond this, to the far-away horizon on every
side, was spread out a turmoil and wilderness of mountain more mag-
nificent and impressive than any sight that had ever greeted my eyes
before. The vast grim glacier of the Marmolata was close before us,
the conical peak of Tofana shut out the Ampezzo Valley, and the
A DAY ON THE SEISSEB ALP. 95
giants of Tyrol, from Vorarlberg to the Carinthian border, from the
Ober Pinzgati range to the Venetian Alps, stood in thick array on
every side. With a later and more difficult experience in my mind,
I commend the Coll di Rondella to those who would see this company
of mountains all unshorn of their grandeur, their majesty measured
by the stern scale of the overtopping Lang Kofel and the Titanic
peaks of the Sella, which stand out a full half mile above their fringe
of stunted pines. Its easy climb was the best-rewarded excursion that
I made in Tyrol.
The constant down-hill drive to Waidbrnck in broad daylight re-
vealed the superb details of this most charming of mountain roads,
which our evenrng ascent had hardly more than suggested. It is as
picturesque as the Wissahickori and as grand as the White Mountain
Flume, and everywhere noisy with the rush of the mad Grodner Bach,
which pours its foaming flood through a channel piled with huge rocks.
Its scenery is unique among mountain valleys, as are its people among
the secluded communities of the far-away corners of the world. t
TYROL, AXD Till: tiK lit! OF THE ALPS.
CHAPTER XL
AT THE FOOT OF THE GREAT RA\GE.
WE had regarded the Pnster Thai too lightly. One is disposed to
consider a valley where a railway has been built as necessarily tame
and tmromantic. Even our knowledge of the wild route of the Bren-
o
ner road had not chastened us of this heresy.
The Puster Thai is in its way unsurpassed. Beginning at Fran-
zensfeste, 2500 feet above the sea, it climbs on to a height of over 4000
feet at the Toblach plain, and thence descends to 2250 feet at Lienz.
It is the main stem of the chief system of valleys in South-eastern
Tyrol ; the entrance to the Pfunder Thai, Gader Thai, Tan fere Thai,
Antholzer Thai, Pragser Thai, Ilollensteiner Thai, Sexen Thai, Villgrat-
ten Thal,Isel Thai, Moll Thai, Kaiser Thal,Virgen Thai, and Tauren
Thai.
"And these vales have smaller vales,
And these have vales to feed 'em."
They are the main arteries of a vast net-work of mountain valleys
reaching up to the region of the scantiest summer grass, peopled with
eager farmers, who cling to the last patch of ground, no matter how
high or how steep, which promises even the most meagre means of
subsistence.
Whence these peoples came it would be hard to trace, even through
their dialects, and the dialect sometimes changes in the same valley.
Like the Grodner Thalers, they are probably the descendants of the
mixed crowds of refugees who were stranded here when the Northern
armies were driven back by the Romans. Whatever they are in ori-
gin, they have become genuine Tyrolese, with all the acquired charac-
teristics of a hardy mountain race. They have yielded to the condi-
AT THE FOOT OF THE GEE AT RANGE. 97
tions which have everywhere moulded the natures of their fellow-coun-
trymen. Yet the inherent germ has not been changed, blood and tra-
dition still assert their force, and the distinctions which are indicated
by speech and by costume have their root in fundamental distinctions
of character.
It adds very much to the interest of all Tyrolean travel, which
looks beneath the mere surface show of scenery and dress, to inquire
into the composite influences by which mankind has been made what
it is in these valleys, what original traits still assert their vitality, and
what force "environment" has exerted to mould different races toward
a common type.
Physically, the Puster Thai yields nothing in grandeur or in inter-
est to its most noted rivals. It is quite different different from them
all and it would be senseless to attempt a detailed comparison be-
tween it and them. It is idyllic, grand, pastoral, gorge-like, broad, sim-
ple, and romantic by turns, but even in its simplest phases it is never
without the charm of the finest mountain surroundings. Its northern
side valleys run quite up into the heart of the Grosser Venediger and
Gross Glockner range, and tap its glaciers for their brooks. At the
south it skirts along the outlying spurs of the Dolomites, which lift
their mysterious fronts far over its bordering hills, and shed into its
bosom the uncanny light with which they reflect each setting sun.
Beautiful though the Puster Thai is in itself, it borrows even great-
er beauty from the branches which it sends back into the mountains.
Every point is full of interest. It has no considerable industry save
its agriculture, and a few quiet small towns scattered here and there
suffice for its commerce. Yet Amthor's Tyrol Guide devotes nearly
a hundred closely printed pages to little else than an abbreviated cata-
loguing of what it has to offer to the tourist. A whole busy summer
would not nearly suffice for the exploration of most enticing attrac-
tions, to which it is the principal entrance.
It served in our case as the road to the Ampezzo Valley, and it at-
tracted us by another object of pilgrimage, interesting in every corner
of the world where the English language is read.
William and Mary Ilowitt the most married names of our litera-
ture have long set up their summer tent at Dietenheim, at the mouth
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of the Tanfcrs Thai. Thither we went to claim one ray of their genial
sunshine before their declining day shall have set forever. In a fine
old chateau, from which the high-well-born owners have fled, and
which now serves the modest uses of a farm-house, they have taken
the handsomer apartments for their cool and qniet retreat.
WILLIAM IIOWITT.
Their salon might be, for its size, the Rittersaal of a castle, but it is
filled now with flowers and fresh air and smiling light, and with the
simple furniture of the temporary home, where these genial, active,
and happy octogenarians'spced away the mellow days of summer with
their books and their friends. One gets from an hour passed with
them an insight into the happy possibilities of ripe old age, and looks
AT THE FOOT OF THE GREAT EASGE. 99
forward with a fresh interest to the time when one's own long down-
hill of life shall bring good and sweet reward for the work of the bus-
ier years. We certainly turned away from their door forever happier
for the light they had shed across our path.
The Taufers Thai a broad flat plain reaching back into the foot
of the snow mountains had just now been the scene of a geologic
event which spread wide disaster through its community. The same
deluge of rain which did such havoc in the Ziller Thai, on the opposite
slope of the mountain, so saturated the hanging bank of one of the
narrower gorges of this valley that its added weight tore the earth
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away from the rock, and it fell, in an enormous land-slide, forming
a high dam across the chasm. The waters rose behind the barrier
and accumulated in a vast lake, burying deeply the farms and houses
of the people. Rising to the brink of the dam, it poured over the soft
and unstable deposit. It was like "the beginning of anger." The
soft earth melted away, and the whole accumulated flood came pour-
ing down into the plain, dealing destruction on every hand, washing
away field and forest, sweeping long-established houses from the face
of the earth, covering miles of cultivated laud with the barren wash
of the hills, and filling the valley with desolation. Unlike the people
of the Ziller Thai, these peasants had little accumulated wealth, and
their misfortune is absolute. It will take generations of toil and fru-
gality to repair the damage of this swift calamity.
European communities have one great advantage of which we are
deprived, in the fact that they had been long established before the
advent of the railway, and had provided themselves with good and
permanent carriage roads. There runs through the Puster Thai, all
the way from Franzensfeste to Lienz, a smooth, hard, macadamized
road, over which the post- service used to be performed, and which,
now that through travel and transportation have taken to the rail, re-
mains as a last connecting link between the thrifty villages with which
it is lined. It is a most charming tourist's drive-way, and its many old
posting inns are still ready with their comfortable cheer. Miihlbach,
Bruneck, Toblach, Innichen, and Lienz, and the many minor villages,
offer each its own attractions, and each is surrounded by its peculiar
points of interest.
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With two good horses and a travelling-carriage for the main jour-
ne} r , and saddles for side excursions, a congenial couple might find in
this vale of beauty the means for passing the pleasant months of the
year in most serene and satisfying enjoyment. The notable wonders
LJENZ, PC8TEE THAI..
of the country are available to the more rapid tourist ; but time, the
chiefest element of a real appreciation of such characteristic scenery
and of such a characteristic population, can be secured only by the
compulsory slowness of driving or walking. Travellers by rail are
never absorbed by the country through which they pass. Speed car-
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ries one unheeding over the surface of all local life, and scenes change
too swiftly for us to get the local flavor. The best of all is to walk,
to halt and chat at the doors of peasants' houses, to dawdle away the
hours at way-side Gasthauser, and to burrow slowly into the tranquil
spirit of the people. But Jane is averse to walking, and I am glad
to compromise with the Einspiinner. I get the compensation that we
need not halt for every baby of this prolific land, nor pull clover heads
for every sage donkey that we meet.
It is not every valley that ends so charmingly as does the Pnster
Thai, which spreads out into a broad and fertile plain at Lienz a
mountain-embowered Arcadia, quite at the far end of the active world
through which a railway passes, it is true, but where even the cur-
rent of tourists is unknown.
Few valleys, too, end at the gates of such magnificence; for at
Lienz is the entrance to the wild pass of Ileiligenblnt, where a veri-
table phial of the blood of the Crucifixion works its miracles at the
high altar, and whence starts the rugged climb to the Franz Joseph
Hohe, and that greatest of all Tyrol peaks, the Gross Golckner, which
dominates the whole land.
Where else than at Tolbach can one step out from the door of a
good modern hotel and stroll into such a deep slit in the mountain-
side as that which opens the way to the very heart of the Ampezzo
Dolomites ?
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CHAPTER XII.
THE PORTALS OF THE DOLOMITES.
AT the edge of South-eastern Tyrol, within an area of forty miles
by thirty, stand all of the great peaks of the dolomite formation: it is
jmr excellence the region of the dolomite Alps. It has been known to
ideologists since Dolomien, at the close of the last century, described
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the mineral which was to bear his name, and identified it with this
mountain formation. So far as secular travel is concerned, the dis-
trict remained practically unknown until the publication of the work
of Gilbert and Churchill describing their explorations of 1861-63.
Other more popular writers followed them, applying to the remarkable
features of the region more or less appropriate expressions of descrip-
tion and admiration.
The glimpse of the Rosengarten from Botzen, the bald head of the
Lang Kofel as seen from St. Ulrich, and the majestic broadside of this
rock and the Platt Kofel, the jagged spikes of the Ross Zahne, and the
flat ridge and sharp horn of the Schlern, which bound the Seisser Alp
on the east and south, had given us an entirely characteristic and com-
prehensive idea of the varied formation. These were majestic senti-
nels guarding the outposts of the stronghold. Far up in the Puster
Thai, spectre crests, under the rosy light of fading day, beckoned us
on to the citadel. We entered the portals at Toblach, through the
grand defile which gives entrance to the Ampezzo Valley. Before us.
a sharp high peak, almost over our heads, shut out the morning sun,
which gave a fringe of silver to every twig of the firs and bushes at
its top, and poured down into the valley in opaline streams of light.
After passing the Toblacher-See the walls of the valley grew steeper,
the bare mountain-tops rose higher, and we penetrated into the very
heart of the grand peaks streaked with red and yellow, seamed with
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103
angry scars and fissures, and set in pines almost black in their som-
bre hue.
Xear the first habitation, a comfortable inn at Landro, the Hollen-
stein, with Monte Piano and the Drei Zinnen, stood high before us.
Beyond the Durren-See rose the tilted masses of Monte Cristallo,
which the lake mirrors like a
glass. At Schluderbach another
way-side inn is busy with coming
and going travellers. Before it
rises the Croda Rossa, one of the
highest of the dolomites, its prec-
ipices stained with broad bright
red patches. Gilbert says that
it is "streaked as with the red
drip of a mighty sacrifice."
The road has risen constant-
ly from Toblach, and almost un-
interruptedly from Botzcn. At
its highest point it is very near-
ly 5000 feet above the level of
the sea, having insensibly con-
sumed nearly one -half of the
nominal height of the highest
mountains of the region, carried
us nearly to the limit of grad-
ual slope and of vegetation, and
brought us close to the barren
rock and precipitous walls, and
filling our lungs with the clear
and invigorating air of a high
Alpine valley.
We had come far enough to compare our preconceived ideas of
the dolomites with the majestic reality with which we were surround-
ed. We were in no respect disappointed far from it; but we were
made to realize the inadequacy of language and of human imagery to
convey a true impression of these scenes. "Cathedrals;' "flying-but-
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tresses," " watch-
towers," "lions
couchant," " bas-
tions," "needles,"
" bayonets," and the
multiform expres-
sions leading to a
comparison with the
insignificant works
of man, seemed only
a feeble attempt to
define and measure
in language created
for worldly things
a grandeur which is
really inexpressible, and which
even requires a certain familiar-
ity to be appreciated by the eye
which gazes upon it.
Through a clear air and un-
der a cloudless sky the mountain-
tops all seem unduly near. It needs the half-con-
cealment and the shadow of floating clouds to
throw them back to their real distance and to lift
them to their real height. Here, even more than
among mountains of ordinary form, partial con-
cealment and the vast contrast between nearness and distance best de-
velop the grandeur of the greater peaks. The Lang Kofel nowhere
seems so far, so large, and so high as when its pale, clear-cut, yellowish
shaft reaches up far above and far behind the dark and sharply de-
fined fir- clad mountains which shut in the Grodner Thai. Monte
Pel i no, as it lifts its great head into the distant sky far beyond the ser-
rated top of the high Becco di Mezzodi, is vastly more impressive in
magnitude and in elevation than when its whole side has come into
view. Something of the effect may be due to the mystery of sugges-
tion, but more to the fact that we need the majestic scale of an inter-
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terveiiing mountain to measure rightly such enormous heights and
masses.
I shall refrain from all attempt to express in words the remarkable
and various forms and effects of the dolomite peaks, further than to
say that in their general characteristics and there are many excep-
tions even to this they are full of sharp angles, fantastic serrations,
and knife-like edges. So little does the eye appreciate relative dis-
tance that two mountains rising one behind the other, and having a
wide valley between them, look like a single slope, until a cloud, iilling
the valley, brings the nearer summit into clear relief. In certain lights,
and especially in the gray following the sunset, they frequently look
like vertical sheets of gray pasteboard, with a jagged edge standing in
sharp profile against the lighter sky ; again, they seem a mass of cold
gray stone rising high out of the fields and forests, pitiless, cheerless,
baleful, and cruel ; again, under strong sunlight, they are modelled
with infinite sharp shadow, and mellowed with the warmest creamy
and ruddy glow, even the broad blackened patches of the older expos-
ures assuming a warm blue tone. The first impression received may
well belie all that we have read, for aspect, medium, light and shadow,
and all the infinite variations of atmospheric effect, change the tone,
the feeling, and almost the very form itself. What we see to-day we
shall not see to-morrow; a description true now may never be true
a<rain. It seems to me that this constant and endless change of effect
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is more characteristic of the scenery than any other of its peculiarities.
The same forms are scattered through the calcareous mountains
as far as the plain of Venetia and Lombardy. They look down upon
Riva from the precipitous west wall of Garda, they haunt the traveller
by the Lecco arm of Lake Como, they appear again at Lugano, they
are conspicuous in the Pyrenees, and they are a very frequent accom-
paniment of limestone ranges the world over, but only here in Tyrol
have they their full characteristic effect.
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CHAPTER XIII.
CORTINA D'AMPEZZO.
NEAR the head of the Ampezzo Valley, in the ganglion centre
from which reach out the various systems of mountain and valley
toward the north, south, east, and west, high up among the barren
rocks, and close to their frowning and beetling and broken edges, there
exists a combination of direction, of exposure, of distorted form, of
light and shade, and of atmospheric condition, which turns the weird
kaleidoscope from hour to hour, and produces the unusual and chang-
ing effects with which literature has grappled so much in vain.
It is, no doubt, safe to say that the rapid growth of the Dolomites
in popular favor is founded on real merit, and that it will continue
and increase. An envious admirer of the superb landscapes of North
Tyrol said to us, half contemptuously : " Yes, the Dolomites are in
fashion now." While yielding nothing to him in appreciation of his
beloved native hills, which must ever hold their own as being unri-
valled in their own Avay, I must freely confess that the doubts with
which I first entered the Ampezzo Valley have all been dispelled, and
that I accept the wonders and glories it has to offer with unreserved
and unstinted admiration. They are glories and they are wonders
which enchant and which irlow the more as familiarity brings us ac-
o */ o
quainted with their secret spirit. With this feeling, it is almost amus-
ing to hear the fear expressed that the region will soon become "hack-
neyed" and overrun with tourists, like Switzerland. I trust it to with-
stand, all untarnished, the gaze of clouds and generations of tourists
and pleasure-seekers. The ants which burrow its hill-sides and build
pitfalls for unwary feet affect as much these grand old rocks above
them as will all the men and women who may come to clamber about
their lower slopes, and marvel over their inaccessible steeps. Per
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contra, increased
travel will lead
to the opening of roads and foot-
paths, to the diffusion of comfort,
to the decrease of discomfort, and
to ease of access ; still more, the
travellers will be made happy and healthier; and, if man continues an
imitative animal, here and there one may carry hack to his remote
home a knowledge of certain manners at table which do not now ob-
tain there. The adherents of exclusiveness in the enjoyment of moun-
tains may rest happy in the hope that no railroad will ever climb the
high Ampezzo Pass, for neither commercial nor military needs indi-
cate such danger.
It seems altogether likely that Cortina will remain the central
point of interest of the district. It is a snug little Italic-German town
in the midst of the straight stretch of the vallev at its broadest and
o /
richest part, four thousand feet above the sea, and most delicious in
climate without the chill of the Engadine or the heat of more en-
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closed valleys. It is a climate where exercise is a delight, where sleep
is a revelation, and where appetite finds wholesome stimulus, and gives
good sauce to abundant food.
Happily this is not a guide-book, and I am not called upon to dis-
cuss the relative merits of the Golden Star and the Black Eagle. The
tidy and still fine-looking sisters Barbaria, and the lusty and stalwart
brothers Ghedina, have arid will continue to have their warm adher-
ents and their plentiful patrons. It is not as advice to my readers
only as a tribute to merit that I commend the Aquila Nera for its
open situation, its airy and generally large rooms, and the Teutonic
profusion of its table.
It is not often that the Kellnerin of a hotel, good and obliging
though she may be, can claim more than passing notice; but Filo-
inena, the earnest-faced, calm-minded, gentle, and unflagging maiden
who holds the comfort of each guest and the welfare and mainspring
of the whole establishment in her active hands and willing heart,
deserves more than thanks from all to whose wants and to whose
whims she has uncomplainingly ministered.
Doubtless at the Stella d'Oro or at the Croce Binuca we should
have fallen in with the varied tide of human nature by which the ex-
periences of the traveller are always so much enriched, but at the Ghe-
dinas' not only did we have the advantage of the society of most agree-
able compatriots, and of some English of the rarer and better sort, and
of cultivated Germans, but we renewed our experience of what may
be called the "absorptive" type of English tourist those who create
every landscape before which they stand, whose presence fills every
room into which they come, and whose ceaseless self-consciousness is
an oppression to all about them. Surely, with all their faults, other
nations do not inflict upon the modest travelling "vyorld the equals of
these loud - talking, all -pervading, ever- prominent, and egregiously
wooden persons. They are typical, but happily they are rare. It is
but fair to say that they are as objectionable to their fellow-country-
men as to others. Cortina was rich in examples of the type. The
world can hardly furnish a grander road for driving or for walking
than the Ampezzo highway from the mouth of the Val Grande to
Cortina. It was recommended to one of these gentry as the best way
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109
home from an excursion. lie replied, in loud, leaden tones: "It is
poorish business to walk on a highway, you know." Another had
crossed the Fedaia Pass. It is one of the grand excursions of the
Dolomites. He characterized it as " a remarkably jolly pass," and he
had "made" it in an hour less than Ball's time. This was all that he
had to say about it, but he was voluminous on the subject of a mistake
FEESOO ON THE OUTSIDE OK THE AQUILA NEB A.
concerning his boots, and a "thorough-going raw" on his heel. He
reappeared at intervals during several days, and we were kept ad-
vised as to the condition of his " raw." Instances might be multi-
plied, but these will suffice.
Two of the brothers Ghedina are artists of considerable merit.
Across the street from the hotel is a "Dependence" containing a
110 TYIKH.. .IM> THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
dozen or more rooms. The outside of this building, which is new, is
being entirely and very artistically frescoed the front with very good
allegorical pictures after the manner of Kaulbach, and the south side
with really excellent representations of Tyrolean domestic life. Here
and there, in out-of-the-way places, appear various smaller pictures,
one room being decorated with clever imitations of framed photo-
graphs, line engravings, and cheap chromos a whimsical conceit
capitally carried out.
The people of Cortina are simple, industrious, and obviously cheer-
ful and contented. Like all mountaineers, they are to the last degree
hard-working. From early dawn until the last ray of daylight every
one seems to be at work. The commune includes a number of small
villages or hamlets of a few houses each, scattered about among the
hills, many of them high up at the end of steep, rough roads hardly
passable for the smallest vehicles. The farm-houses of which these
hamlets are made up are large and evidently populous, and the barns
are often detached. Already, early in September, with many of the
crops still to be harvested, they seemed full to overflowing.
The whole country, at least wherever I traversed it, is covered with
a thick peaty soil, winch holds water like a sponge. In many places
even grain in sheaves is not cured on the ground, but hung upon the
forks of poles cut with the branches projecting, and standing in rows
at the edges of the fields. Large crops are grown of what in England
is called the horse-bean tall -growing stalks, with pods along their
sides. Even these cannot be cured on the ground; they are tied in
bundles, which are hung in pairs over long poles, racks of which,
twenty or thirty feet high and equally long, are an accompaniment
of every barn, sometimes standing independently, supported by high
poles, and sometimes resting on brackets built out from the front of
the structure. Much of the land is so steep that I found difficulty
in crossing it. From such fields the crops are removed in coarse linen
sheets, making huge bundles, which are carried home on the heads of
the people.
As many women as men are seen at work in the fields, and they
do all manner of work equally, save that the ploughing and mowing
are more often done by men, and the hoeing and reaping by women.
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The frugality of their lives is equal to their industry; and with a
fertile soil and a ready market, it is easy to understand the substantial
prosperity which, for people of their class, is everywhere conspicuous.
Their methods of life and work differ greatly from our own; their
implements are rude and clumsy; their cattle are poor, cows being
generally worked in the yoke; and it is easy to see many ways in
which our example might be followed with great advantage. "With
a predilection, however, for village life for an agricultural people, I
believe that, making allowance fur their inferior education, the people
in the villages about Cortina are more cheerful and contented than
those of the corresponding class with us.
I have already referred to the accidents which occasionally befall
workers upon the very steep mountain -sides of Tyrol. A very sad
one occurred upon the day of our arrival at Cortina. A mother and
her daughter and a young man were working in a hay -field which
sloped steeply down to the edge of a precipice five or six hundred
feet high. The mother slipped, but was arrested by a slight obstruc-
tion ; the young man succeeded in reaching her, and might have saved
her, but the child, becoming excited, hastened to them, fell, and carried
them both with her over the fatal brink.
The approaches to the Ampezzo Valley from the north and west
are over high passes, or through narrow defiles of the wildest and most
rugged character, so that on arriving at Cortina from either direction
one does not at first realize the splendor of its surroundings.
The enclosing mountains are in such harmony in their grandeur,
the valley itself is so smiling and peaceful, and the town is so distant
from the immediate hill-tops, that the views are less striking than at
Campitello or Caprile. Gilbert and Churchill, on the occasion of
their first visit, passed but a single night here, and only recognized
after they had left, the fact that they had passed unnoticed the grand-
est combination of the dolomite peaks. So far as one could judge
from simple appearance, the base of Monte Tofana was not half a
mile from our windows. It is really more than two miles away, with
a sturdy mountain and a deep valley intervening. A man on its sum-
mit cannot be seen with a strong field-glass. A long walk toward it
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soon tells the tale of its distance, and the distance reveals its stupen-
dous height. Still farther away are the Cinque Torre and the Croda
del Lago; and Antelao, which seems almost to peer over our shoulders,
is ten miles distant. Every excursion that one makes and every dif-
ferent view obtained widens and lifts the horizon, until, after a few
days' acquaintance, the surround-
ings of Cortina impress the im-
agination as does no other part
of the dolomite region.
O
The social travel-
ler will find his best
entertainment,
especially for
a short stay, at one of
the hotels in the town ;
but one " whose hab-
its are studious and
lonely" might prefer
the pretty little bath-
house (Ghedina's) nestled away among the trees at the mouth of a
mountain valley two miles from Cortina. Its lower story is a little
Italian grist-mill, whose rumbling wheels and stones and whose foam-
ing brook sing a constant soothing lullaby. The upper story, with
generous bath-rooms, tidy sleeping-rooms, and shaded galleries under
JKO-NTK ANTELAO.
CORTINA D'AMPEZZO. 113
the broad roof, is little frequented by strangers, and the dense woods
and steep hills are close at hand. The younger Ghedina's ready pen-
cil has been busy all over the house, inside and out. It is from the
neighborhood of this house that the best view is obtained of Monte
o
Antelao, the highest mountain in sight from the Ampezzo Valley, and
second only to the Marmolata. In the foreground is a little Alpine
village, with its board-roofed crucifix.
"Over the hills and far away" to the south-west, in the valley of
rich and beautiful Cordevole, lies the Italian village of Caprile, less com-
fortable and attractive than Cortina, but a capital centre for many ex-
cursions. Its dominant mountain is the Civita. Near it is the new-
formed lake of Alleghe, created only in 1771 by the tumbling in of
a great corner of Monte Pezza, burying two entire villages in the dead
of night, and drowning two others in the suddenly dammed flood of
the river. A few months later another slide falling into the lake drove
great waves far up the shore, and worked even more destruction to
property, if not to life. Where formerly all was activity and fertility
and industry and frugal domestic happiness there is now only a sea
of placid water, breathing no whisper of the vast calamity a beauti-
ful mountain lake, delighting the eye with the images of the smiling
fields and dark woods and gray peaks in whose lap it lies. Like the
Bergfall of the Taufers Thai only a few weeks since, and the great
land-slide of Santa Croce centuries ago, the formation of Lake Alleghe
instances the hazard attending the life and industry of these high-
walled valleys.
One of the most serious drawbacks of travel lies in the need of
leaving, perhaps forever, the new-found charms of so many halting-
places. To pass all September and the early weeks of October among
the dolomite Alps seemed far more attractive than the further wan-
dering and the rough voyage to which we were destined ; but the des-
tiny was fixed, and we must leave Cortina. Happily our smooth road-
way led ever on among these glorious mountains, and Cadore, with
its beauty and its associations, lacked nothing of the interest, nor, in
its way. of the charm, of the higher valleys we had left.
Mrs. Edwards says: "For myself, looking back in memory across
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JIV1TA ANI> LAKE AI.I.KUI1K.
interven-
ing sea of
peaks and pass-
es which lies between Bozen and
Cortina, I am inclined to place
the Ampezzo Dolomites in the
very first rank both as regards
position and structure. The
mountains of Primiero are more
extravagantly wild in outline, the
Marmelata carries more ice and
snow, the Civita is more beau-
tiful, the solitary giants of the
Seisser Alp are more imposing;
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but taken as a group, I know nothing, whether for size, variety, or
picturesqueness, to equal that great circle which, within a radius of
less than twelve miles from the doors of the Aquila Nera, includes
the Pelmo, Antelao, Marmarole, Croda Malcora, Cristallo, and Tofana."
My own retrospection of a much more limited experience confirms
Mrs. Edwards's judgment Comparing Cortina not only with other
dolomite regions, but with all the crowd of charming and beautiful
corners of Tyrol, and with the grandest of its other mountains, it seems
to me facile princeps. Neither have I found elsewhere such a combi-
nation of qualities which invite to a longer acquaintance.
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CHAPTER XIV.
THE ASCENT OF MONTE TOFANA.
I HAD had serious misgivings since writing as I did about peak-
climbing. It was obviously presumptuous in one who had only made
the ascent of Mount Washington in an omnibus to question a prac-
tice which has so many intelligent devotees. The gentle climb to the
Coll di Rondella, and its charming uplook to the great dolomite peaks,
had added to my apprehension that I had overstepped the limits of
good judgment, if not of good taste; for surely, if this moderate ele-
vation could so magnify the grandeur of the surrounding mountains,
it seemed possible that a still higher position might increase the effect
in like proportion. If so, then mountain-climbing must be its own
exceeding great reward.
O C7
It was no easy matter to convince myself of the prudence of un-
dertaking a task of such notorious difficulty. With limbs untrained
to up-hill work, with lungs gauged by long residence to the sea-level
scale, with more pounds avoirdupois than any " Bergf u'lirer " or Alpine
Club man that I had seen in Tyrol, and with no consuming ambition
for the cragsman's exploits, the weight of the argument would have
been strongly against the attempt, but for that unfortunate paragraph,
which made it a matter of honor for me to try what I had questioned,
and to make open confession if the event should prove me wrong.
The conviction came slowly but surely that, despite all drawbacks, I
must at least make an earnest attempt to get to the top of a high
mountain.
The beautiful pergola where I now write, opens north, east, and
west upon one of the loveliest of valleys, a valley shut in by Cristallo,
Antelao, Croda Malcora, Monte Pehno, the Rochetta, the Becco di Mez-
zodi, Monte Gtisella, Monte Xuvolau, and Monte Tofana, the noblest
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CiMJUK TOBBE AUD NUVALAC.
group of Tyrolean peaks. The
triple head of Monte Tofana
challenges the carrying out of
my growing resolution. Seven
of the surrounding mountains
named above are over 10,000
feet high (Antelao, 10,890). The I
middle peak of Tofana is 10,724
feet above the sea.
Ball says that its ascent is " for the practised mountaineer one of
the most attractive expeditions to be made in this district." Baedek-
ker says, " The ascent of the higher mountains requires experience ;
that which best repays the fatigue is Monte Tofana." Amthor calls
it " schwer." On the whole, it seemed that, should I succeed in mak-
ing this ascent, I should have done my whole duty, and the decision
was definitely fixed. Late one night, when the bright starlight follow-
ing a week of beautiful September weather gave good promise for the
morrow, I sent for Giuseppe Ghedina, who had been recommended by
a friend as a skilful and judicious guide, and arranged for the expo-
118 TYROL, ASD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
dition. Diligent Filomena, of the Aquila Xera, undertook the prepa-
ration of supplies with an air which savored the least in the world of
donbt as to the result of my effort. I asked the landlord whether
there was any difficulty about my making the ascent, and he asked
whether I had ever made a " Bergpartie " before. My negative an-
swer was met with an involuntary shrug of the shoulders, and brought
no other reply. The guide said that I could at least go a part of
the way. With these doubtful assurances, I went early and not alto-
gether confidently to bed.
We were to start at half-past three, and I was called at three. By
way of economizing my untried forces, I had engaged a mule for the
first two hours and a half; and here a saddle-mule implies a man to
lead it. I had provided myself overnight with a sturdy glass of milk,
with a dash of Cayenne pepper, to begin the day. In the kitchen of
the hotel I found the cook well advanced with her day's work, coffee
and hot milk ready, and Kaisersemmeln freshened in the oven so the
usual Tyrolean breakfast was added to the milk. Then came a delay
about eggs. Giuseppe could not find them among the abundant prov-
ender, lie advised waiting until a supply of ten could be boiled.
These being ready, it was found that Filomena had already furnished
four a number which lie regarded as entirely insignificant. In his
search he had mistaken them for a package of salt. All being ready,
he slung his "Rucksack" containing the food and two bottles of
wine. On top of this was strapped an ominous coil of half-inch rope
some fifty feet long, and three pairs of heavy sharp-pointed iron cram-
pons, the whole weighing about twenty pounds. Over his shoulder he
carried a short iron-pointed alpenstock, with an ice-pick at its upper
end. A second alpenstock was carried by the mule-leader.
We set out at four o'clock. It was still quite dark, no gleam of
dawn appearing in the sky, which, studded with stars, was only less
black than the high mountains whose serrated edges were cut in sharp
silhouette against it. Two black pedestrians and one black man on a
black mule were hardly distinguishable between the black house fronts
along the main street of Cortina. The stars shone brightly over the
gray roadway, and far away to the south, over the crest of the Croda
Malcora, Jupiter twinkled with weird green light. We were soon
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climbing a country road, past farm -houses and barns and running
fountains, through fields studded with rows of wheat-sheaves or redo-
lent witli the odor of half-cured hay. As we crept up the side of the
valley the great gleam of the morning-star came suddenly over the
sharp mountain-top, big and brilliant, like a fire-balloon just launched
from the crest of Sorapis.
Little by little the gray dawn, which had already lighted the sum-
mit of Tofaua, touched one after another the edges of the crags, and
poured slowly over into the valley, picking out its whitened house
fronts, and gradually defining the breaks and gorges in its rocks. Star
after star faded from view, until Venus alone was left shining over
the hills. Lights sparkled here and there from the scattered houses,
the varied hum of awakening day came up from the valley, and the
whole hill-side was filled with the music of tinkling bells as the cattle
and sheep roused to their morning grass. The steady droning flow of
gossip between my Italian attendants suggested no ideas to interrupt
my morning reverie, and my thoughts naturally turned to the expedi-
tion on which I was bent. The outlook was entirely changed.
Under the stimulus and excitement of the early start, and the
charm of unfamiliar daybreak, I came to take a new view of moun-
taineering. I could well imagine that no occupation of a manly life,
save fox-hunting alone, could offer so much of what a vigorous and
sound-bodied man should enjoy. Climbing slowly and steadily up the
steep bridle-path toward a peak which only the sturdiest and most
patient effort could reach, I felt for the moment how puerile had been
my earlier conceptions, and I was ready to enroll myself as a perma-
nent member of the stalwart band of Alpine climbers.
Two hours and a half brought us to the foot of the steep mass of
debris which filled the gorge of the mountain to a height of over three
thousand feet above us. It was now broad day, but the gorge was
shaded from the morning sun. The mule and leader were dismissed,
my poncho \vas strapped to Ghedina's rucksack, I took the alpenstock,
and we started stoutly up the steep mass of large stones which had
rolled down over the gravel, and piled themselves up as a buttress
against it. This passed, we struck the finer drift a loose mass of
stones, precisely such as are used for macadamizing roads,, angular
120 TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
and sharp, but with a remarkable facility of movement. Indeed, it
has adjusted itself at the angle where its movement ceases, and it
needs only the slightest impulse to set it moving again, so that each
step up was followed by a downward slip, and the miles of advance
needed to take us over that single mile of our way can be measured
only by the strained muscles and the deep and quickened breath they
entailed.
Here, as throughout the whole ascent, the view was by no means
what one would imagine. One's eyes were bent alone upon the next
spot where foothold must be found. At constantly shortening inter-
vals, as the toil accumulated, and as the air grew lighter, it became
necessary to halt and sit, pant and take breath. Two hours of hard,
monotonous, weary, breathless toil took us to a point, still far below
the top of the slide, where foothold could be gained, on a narrow
ledge of sharp rocks running up at its side.
It was curious to notice how, during the course of this task the
hardest labor (not compulsory) that man can undertake the enthu-
siasm which had overtaken me while in the saddle had oozed away.
It gradually gave place to a conviction that he who would thus apply
the severest physical effort of which his nature is capable must be
actuated by some higher and stronger motive than I had in my wild-
est anticipations connected with the achievement I had attempted.
But for that instinct which leads us not to turn back when once the
plough is set in its furrow, I fear that I might have abandoned the
project, and left the top of Tofana food for my imagination alone.
But the motive which impels us to pursue to the bitter end a self-
imposed task prevailed.
We had started up the drift at half-past six, and it was now nearly
nine. Two hours more would bring us to the top. '
I now learned the use of the rope. One of its ends was tied se-
curely round my waist, the other forming a noose over Ghedina's
shoulder. The primary object was for security against a fall, most
of the length being coiled and held in the guide's hand. But as my
knees grew weak, and as my breath grew short almost to gasping, then
I would sit on the sharp edge of the fractured cliff, brace myself with
the alpenstock against some crevice below, clutch with the other hand
THE ASCENT OF MONTE TOFANA. 121
a sharp corner of stone above, and wait until Ghedina had paid out
the whole length of the rope, and fixed himself in some secure po-
sition above me. Then he would gradually toll me up with a steady
and friendly pull, cautioning me how to step, how to plant my prod,
and how to test the crackled rock before I trusted myself to hold by
it. A wonderful help was that rope a moral and yet a physical help
too. It showed how nearly I had come to the end of my force that
so slight an added impulse should make such vast difference in my
progress and in the husbanding of my wind. The regular intermitting
of the work, too, and the considerable pauses, were a great help. The
progress was not less, and the ease was much greater. No, not ease.
Heaven forbid that I should use that word anywhere in this connec-
tion ! I mean simply that the actual muscular, synovial, cardiac, and
pulmonary suffering was abated.
A hard half-hour of this "ride-and-tie" business brought us to the
o
first low crest, or Joch, between two peaks. Here, so far as I was able
to divert my attention from the various unusual manifestations of my
own person ears crackling, limbs trembling, mouth parched, every
vein throbbing, and every pore perspiring I became conscious of the
most majestic surroundings. Not only the Val Travernenze, which
opened amidst the wildest turmoil of distorted mountain-sides before
us, and the enormous glacier which fills the vast hollowed slope of the
Marmolata, but almost equally the immediate mountain-sides behind
us, under which we had crept, intent only upon the ground beneath
our feet, would, observed in a serener mood, justify one's highest imag-
ination of mountain wildness and grandeur. They impress me more
in recollection than they did in the actual but disturbed observation.
No time could be spared for sights by the way-side, however im-
posing, and we pressed on, now on a narrow ledge at the side of a
precipice at what would have been a giddy height had the attention
not been fixed upon foot-hold and hand-hold at every step. Indeed, it
seems to me that herein lies the safety of the mountain climber's work.
He must be unconscious of all that is above and of all that is below
him, holding his attention closely to his immediate surroundings, so
that the sense of elevation is lost. We came out later upon a crest
from which there was a vast slope of debris reaching down to the edge
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of a precipice far. below, and stretching on before us to the wide and
steep glacier which fills the northern slope below the twin peaks.
Here came the most disheartening part of the trip. After all onr toil-
some and weary struggle upward, it seemed more than discouraging to
have to go six or eight hundred feet lower down to reach the foot of
the glacier, from which point only we could make the final ascent.
Fortunately the debris was tolerably firm, and in spite of the precipice
to which it led, the passage was not especially dangerous. The emo-
tions with which I looked back up our steep oblique track, and thought
of the return, were anything but cheering.
At the end of this part of the route lay a patch of hard snow some
twenty feet wide, in which the guide had to chop footholds as we
progressed. The glacier is in shape like a section of a funnel, thirty
feet wide at the base, six or eight hundred feet wide at the top, and
perhaps a thousand feet high. It is quite regularly curved laterally, is
crossed by several crevasses of little width, and is spotted with stones
which have rolled on to it from the rocks above. We drank copiously
of the cold stream which flows out below it, and about which the rocks
were all covered with a thin film of ice. Crossing the stream, and
climbing up the far side of the gorge through which it runs, we halted
to adjust the crampons. These are stout iron frames reaching from
the middle of the heel to the ball of the foot, with a sharp spike three-
quarters of an inch long at each corner, and with a stout loop turned
up at each side of the foot. Through these loops a strap is passed,
and this is bound over the instep, in my case with the utmost strength
of Ghed ina's wiry fingers and strong teeth. Those of my readers who
skated in the old days of rude strapping will understand the energy
with which I protested against the severity of his work. But he in-
sisted that absolute tightness was essential to safety, and I accepted
this further infliction of pain with trained submission.
We now. began the steep ascent of the glacier, the process being to
strike the point of the alpenstock into a firm hold, then to advance one
foot and make sure that its crampon was fast fixed in the ice, then to
advance the alpenstock again, and then the other foot. This continued
for twenty minutes, with an occasional halt for breath, and with a con-
stant wounding of the feet by the tightly bound straps. In spite of
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the tightness, one of my irons came loose, and we had to stop in mid-
ice to readjust it, this time without regard to protests. I had listened
with curious interest to the jingling of those irons throughout the
morning. I had inspected their long sharp points, and had looked
forward with some impatience to the moment when they should be
added to my experiences. I have not often felt such real pleasure as
I did when we came .again upon the hard rock, and they were removed.
I will not say that when Ghedina tucked them away under a stone by
the path-side. I hoped that he would not be able to find them again ;
but even their loss would not have been entirely without compensation.
Such pleasure and elation as I felt from treading again upon terra
firma soon yielded as the further climbing began. It is not worth
while to describe it. It only lasted about forty minutes, panting spells
included, and much of my upward course was steadied, if not assisted,
by the kindly tension of the stout arm at the other end of the rope.
At last we came to a point where the strata of the mountain are
crumbled by the sharp angle at which they were bent. It is as though
the finger-point of a Titan had been pressed up under the stiff leaves
of this great volume of geologic history, raising them to a peak and
cracking them at the bend.
The air had become very light, and the breathing induced by such
exertion grew painful. Three thousand feet below, the nostrils had
become too small, and the open mouth had to help to pump in the
needed supply. Lips, tongue, palate, and throat were parched and
tired. We halted only fifty feet below the peak. Had it been a hun-
dred feet, f faith I fear I should have failed to reach it ; at fifty feet
I did reach it the absolute top. Ghedina began to discourse upon
the many distant peaks within sight. I begged him to wait. The air
was perfectly clear, and not at all cold, the breeze only fresh. Being
warm and exhausted, I threw the poncho over my shoulders, took the
coiled rope for an arm rest, and stretched out over a sloping couch of
precisely the composition one sees in a stone -breaker's half -finished
heap at the roadside. I have had few so restful half-hours as that
passed on this unsybaritic bed. Ghedina gave me a tumbler of wine.
I drank a single swallow, took the glass from my lips, looked in vague
and half-unconscious wonder over the billowy clouds resting in a shel-
124 TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
tered valley below, and was startled from my sleep by spilling the
wine over my other hand. That was all probably not fifteen seconds
but it gave the mysterious change which comes only with absolute
sleep. The blood coursed with a quieter impulse; the eye became
steadier, and the brain clearer. I was able to give attention to the
details of all that one sees from a mountain-top.
The long road of the Ampezzo Valley looked like narrow bobbin
trailed over the dark green fields and among the specks of houses.
Cortina, three miles and a half distant by the line of sight, looked,
through the clear air, like a toy village out of a wooden box. We fan-
cied that with the strong glass we saw a man in its streets. The bell
calling the people to mid-day mass rang clear in our ears.
Except for this little stretch of inhabited valley, all else was an un-
meaning mass of distorted rock, desolate, cruel, Dantesque, incoherent
chaos, without expression, without interest, and without charm. The
great peaks of Eastern Switzerland, the sharp point of the Oertler, the
Oetzthal group, the Stubaier Ferner, the Grosser Venediger, the Gross
Glockner, and the peaks of the Carinthian and Illyrian Alps, stretch-
ing over more than two hundred miles of the horizon from west to
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east, were all in clear view, all near, and all low. Their height barely
brought them into the plane of vision. They and the great ice-field of
the Marmolata all seemed lower than Tofana itself. And Tofana had
lost its majesty. Seen from below, it was sublime. Conquered by the
toiling tread of two insignificant men, it became mere stone beneath
our feet.
We stayed at the summit an hour and a half, I wrapped in extra
clothing, the hardy Ghedina with his coat off and his breast bare, as
unconcerned as though he had only mowed his swath through a hay-
field. Inserted in a crevice of the rock is a wide -mouthed bottle,
corked with a stone, containing a roll of papers bearing the names of
those who have made the ascent. It is uninterestino- to those who have
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added their own names to the list, and unknown to the rest of the
world.
The descent, at first easy, soon involved the previous trials taken in
the inverse direction. Going down the glacier, the crampons hurt dif-
ferently, but they hurt equally. Climbing from the foot of the glacier
THE ASCEXT OF MONTE TOFANA. 125
(o the crest of the lower pass called for a renewed exercise of a strength
that was already worn and overtaxed.
From near this pass the descent is directly down the slide, a steep
and endless incline of sharp road metal. At first it is novel and inter-
esting, this quick descent. The angular gravel lies on a pitch at which
its movement barely stops. Set in motion again by any cause, it slips
and rattles and rolls as though it would go to the very bottom of the
valley. Standing upon it and bearing heavily backward against the
alpenstock whose point is buried in it, a slight movement of the feet
sets the mass rolling. Faster and faster it goes, deeper and deeper
sink the feet, until the very mountain-side moves like a stream of bro-
ken stone and carries us along with it. When the feet are buried
more than ankle-deep, when the shoes are filled with sharp pebbles,
and when the speed becomes too great for safety, we step aside and
stand until the avalanche is stilled, and then begin a new movement
on a fresh course. Occasionally we come upon an accumulation of
larger and firmer stones, over which it is necessary to walk. After en-
durance had ceased to be a virtue, I would take off my shoes and pour
out the accumulated geological specimens which had made even rest-
ing a penance. By the time we had reached the point where the mule
had been left now about two o'clock I was convinced that the only
reason why the coming down a mountain is not so bad as the going up
is that it takes less time.
Here, sitting under the shade of the first fir-trees, and somewhat
suffused with the satisfaction that comes of the finishing of a serious
task, I was able to regard this face of To f ana in a friendly spirit.
Viewed as mere rock-work, the steep-walled sides of this the entrance
hall, and the majestic crest beyond it, are probably unsurpassed by any-
thing that Nature has done in her sternest stone-building mood. There
is nothing fantastic, but there is a grandeur and solidity and directness
of purpose which seemed to me to ally this great pile of rectangular
strata more closely with the work of the pigmy architects than any
other rocks of this region. If I might offer a word of guidance to
those who are led to visit this mountain, especially those who have
seen its opposite side from the Coll di Rondella, it would be to come
here to this foot of the great avalanche of stone, to this last reach of
126 TYROL, AND THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
the hardy fir, and fill the soul and the memory full with the stupen-
dous masses and the marvellous colors of these great bastions ; to con-
template from below, and from below only, that rising stretch of deso-
late, helpless, impending debris, and the noble crags which tower above
it, and then, unwearied and not disenchanted, to go back over the well-
grown slope and through the sunny fields to cheery Cortina.
Of my further descent I will only say that all the miles of down-
hill walking, added to the down-hill climbing, made by far the severest
strain upon the hold-back part of my harness to which it was ever sub-
jected. I hailed with pleasure the steep little hill which rises from the
bridge over the Boita to the main street of the village.
At five o'clock I sat down to beer and tranquil tobacco and entire
rest. The questions and the interest of friends kept me from sleep-
ing, and little by little the more acute sensations subsided in my joints.
Later, food and a long night's sleep, and, above all, the pure and in-
vigorating air of this enchanted vallev, restored me to the condition
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of a sore and stiffened but a rested and cheerful being.
I would not give up my recollection of this ascent for the price of
a first-rate hunter, but I would not make it again for the finest horse
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that ever followed hounds.
TO THE MESrRlXA ALP.
CHAPTER XV.
TO THE MESURINA ALP.
THE best-rewarded excursion that I made was eastward over the
Tre Croce Pass, a high saddle between the Croda Malcora and Monte
Cristallo, two thousand feet higher than Cortina. Here is a little hos-
pice for the shelter of storm-overtaken travellers a rude stone hut,
with a hearth and chimney in one corner. Though the day was warm,
I could not resist the temptation to gratify a passion inherited from
boyhood, and build a roaring fire with the dried pine boughs with
which the floor was strewn.
Mistaking the directions of the guide-book, I made a needless steep
ascent and immediate descent of an extra thousand feet, being reward-
ed, however, with a rich harvest of wild flowers, with which the little
alp at the summit is studded in great variety.
In many excursions and along many roadsides we were constantly
struck with the rich masses of September flowers, and especially with
the great preponderance of every shade of blue. The greenish-gray
Edelweiss and the red Alpen llosen are the typical Alpine flowers,
but we found their blue sisters in far greater abundance, among them
many varieties of gentian, but none so beautiful as our own fringed
one.
Another hour's hard tramp brought me to the Mesurina Alp, a vast
open pasture surrounded by fir woods, and these by the great mountain-
peaks, stretching down at its northern end to the pretty little Mesurina
Lake. Two hundred and fifty cows were jingling their bells and feed-
ing over its short green grass. They were a very pretty and pictur-
esque herd, almost universally of a solid gray color, with black muzzles
and switches. Could they be baptized as Jerseys and sent to England,
their color would make their fortune. They had little else to recom-
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mend them. Like all the cows of this region, and of Tyrol generally,
they are thin, without the evidence of great milking to justify their
thinness. A good ndder is rarely seen, or, in fact, a good cow. At
the upper side of the pasture an enormous octagonal shed, the outer
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wall of which is of stone masonry and very high, furnishes shelter for
this entire herd, and encloses an open yard where all may lie comfort-
ably in the sun.
The chalet of the establishment is a large, low, rambling, dingy stone
TO THE MESURIXA ALP. 129
house, given over mainly to buttery and cheese-room. At one corner
a low-walled room about twelve by eighteen feet, running up into a
high roof, is the living-room of the cow-herds and dairy-men. Abroad
low shelf surrounding the room serves as a seat by day and as a couch
at night. In the middle of the floor, on the rough stone hearth, a wood
lire boils a large kettle in which the polenta (hasty-pudding) the sole
food of these men, except skimmed milk is cooked. The open door
and one very small unglazed window furnish the only entrance for
light and air and the only exit for smoke, the rafters and shingles of
the roof being black as coal. They gave me a two-quart kettle of
milk to drink, and entertained themselves with an interested criticism
of my dress, but this in low-voiced Italian, lest it should give offence.
I gave twenty kreutzers (less than nine cents) for my entertainment,
which boundless liberality opened their hearts, and they took me over
the whole dingy establishment. By far the larger part of the house
is occupied by the drying-room, where several tons of Schweitzer and
Parmesan cheese were spread out upon shelves. The cheese was
good, but the butter, of which at least half a ton was on hand await-
ing shipment, was anything but inviting.
Should any of my readers happen to have a moderate capital, agri-
cultural tastes, and delicate lungs, I commend to his attention the ex-
ploitation of this high-lying and beautiful alp, sheltered on all sides by
great dolomite mountains.
A mile beyond the chalet, at the edge of the lake, stands a little
Italian inn, well known to travellers among these hills for its stock of
capital Asti wine, its hard gray bread, and wholesome cheese and
nothing else save dirt and smoke and dismal discomfort. However,
with such a lake as the Mesurina, and such peaks as Monte Piano and
the Drei Zinuen, and such a great fringe of fir and weird mountain-
top, and such wine as Asti, the pedestrian may well be content.
Following the shorter direct road, I came into Cortina at dusk, lit-
erally unfatigued, after a walk of twenty-seven miles, including a climb
of three thousand feet, and much steep up-and-down work among the
foot-hills. This, be it understood, was on the second day after climbing
Tofana. It indicated better than anything else could the great value
of the air of these mountains as a help to bodily exercise ; for I am
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130 TYROL, J.VZ) THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
not a practised walker, being rarely afoot an hour out of the twenty-
four. Delicate persons with whom we conversed say that here, in the
absence of oppressive heat, and in the exhilarating atmosphere, they
find themselves tempted to constant exercise, and vastly benefited by
it. Being of sound body, I cannot myself speak from the invalid point
of view, hut I found myself constantly stimulated for severe work
which at home I should slum even in the finest weather.
Before taking leave of the Dolomites it may be useful to refer to
the theories concerning their formation, still a moot question among
geologists. The weight of the argument seems to favor the conclusion
of Baron Richthofen, that they are the work of coral insects, formed
upon the lower rocks at the bed of a deep salt sea, and raised by slow
upheaval to their present elevation. lie bases his hypothesis upon the
correspondence of their forms and their surroundings with what is
known concerning the coral reefs of the Pacific, the isolation of /their
masses from other corresponding formations, the improbability of their
peculiar shapes being due to meteoric denudation, the undisturbed
beds beneath them and occasionally above them, and the very unequal
thickness of the deposit at different points an inequality in which it
would seem that the other rocks in their neighborhood would have
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shared had it been due to erosive or atmospheric action.
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CHAPTER XVI.
FROM THE GREAT PEAKS TO THE LAGUNES.
WE were sleeping at the very Italian Albergo di Cadore, at Tai,
ten minutes' walk from Pieve di Cadore, higher up in the hills. There,
in a dingy little stone house, now occupied by uncleanly peasants, its
floors begrimed with dirt and its ceilings blackened with smoke, the
great Venetian, Tiziano Vecellio, four hundred years ago entered upon
his illustrious life. The outer wall bears -the inscription :
NEL MCCCCLXXVII
FRA QUESTE VMILI MURA
TIZIANO VECELLIO
VENE A CELEBRE VITA
DONDE VSCOVA GIA PRESSO A CENTO ANNO
IN VENEZIA
ADDI XXVII AGOSTO
MDLXXVI
A longer life of industrious labor has not been led in modern
times, and the world is still glorious with his work.
We were roused before the first gleam of day. Over the black,
fir-clad hills peered the weird moon-lit peaks of the Antelao, Marina-
role, Pelmo, and Civita. Against the dark woods the face of the cam-
panile and the scattered house fronts stood white and clear. The river
rolled far below us tji rough a dark mysterious cleft, toward which
wound the white Ampezzo road.
By the time that the gray light of morning had filled the sky, and
thrown the morn-light into shadow and bathed the mountain-tops in a
rosy glow, we were comfortably packed away in our little Einspanner
and rolling out of the town. In our day's drive we were to descend
nearly three thousand feet. The mountains were high and steep, and
132 TYROL, ASD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
the valleys were deep and dark. The road now clung to the hill-sides,
no\v crossed high arches of line masonry, now zigzagged back and
forth down the hill-side, or drove far up into a valley always descend-
ing, but always gently always winding, and always protected at its
outer side by mason-work. It often showed as a broad white bawd
far below us, and often as a terrace borne upon strong arches above us.
At every step and at every turn it brought into view new beauties and
new marvels of these wonderful Dolomite walls.
Through all this majesty, through the many stone-built and smoke-
blackened villages, among the cheerful, graceful, much -soiled, and
happy Italian people, the attention is always interested, but never
more than by this great Austro-Italian highway itself, over which we
roll as over a floor. It must have been more costly than any railroad,
and its maintenance in its universally good condition must be a serious
matter. A railroad gets over many natural difficulties by tunnelling,
and this gives it a greater command over its grades. On a carriage
road long tunnels are not admissible, and the grade has to be taken
on such ground as offers itself. The Brenner road presented many
engineering obstacles, and is a masterly work ; but the more sudden
angles and deeper valleys of the Dolomite country offer greater difficul-
ties, and this work, from Toblach to Conegliano, impressed me as the
most interesting of its class that I have seen. It has the fault so com-
mon in public roads of being too wide, generally about twenty-five feet.
The used portion that which seems to contain all the wheel tracks,
including turning out is rarely more than fifteen feet, and it need
never be more. The remaining ten feet have to be kept free from
weeds by hoeing. In many places fully ten feet of the width on one
side or the other is occupied with heaps of road metal, proving that
the remaining space is sufficient. It would, of course, have been
cheaper in construction and maintenance to make a road fifteen feet
wide with occasional bays for stone-breaking.
The Piave, down whose valley our course lay, is a very consid-
erable stream, winding through a broad bed of desolate gray stone
brought down by the floods, a dismal setting for its beryl-colored wa-
ters. It passes many villages built of the stone against whose solid
masses they cling. Little fertile land is to be seen, and one wonders
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133
how the population, even with its obvious severe labor, subsists. The
lumber-driving and the frequent saw-mills employ many men, and the
constant rectification of the course of the river and the maintenance
of the frequent shoots through which the logs are driven occupy many
women with most arduous stone-carrying in baskets at their backs.
Despite their hard life, they seem cheerful and careless and happy.
The children gathering manure on the highway, and the women, with
their busy distaffs, at the doorways, showed little evidence of absolute
"THE WOMEN W1TU THEIR lil'UV DIUTAFF1S."
poverty. Of beggars we saw very few. The children who followed
the carriage, calling for kreutzers, begged from inclination rather than
from necessity.
Longarone, a large, dull town, where we breakfasted, had its streets
filled with stands of beautiful fruit; but the land about it seemed bar-
ren, and the reason for its beiiiij was not obvious. We were still in the
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midst of dolomite mountains, but no longer among the great peaks.
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The characteristic forms of the hill-tops could still be traced, but they
had come down beneath the extreme limit of vegetation, and were
modified by the growth of trees, and by the more frequent action of
freezing and thawing.
Later, near I3.ellu.no, we left the swift-flowing Piave, and followed
its long -abandoned original course through a valley which a great
land-slip, possibly in prehistoric times, dammed to a height of six hun-
dred feet, forcing the river to find exit through another gap in the
mountains, and turning a part of its old bed into the broad bright blue
lake of Santa Croce. The old lower valley of the Piave is fed with
only the mountain rills which were formerly its insignificant branches.
Here begins the little brook which, filling the basins of a series of
little lakes, grows to a respectable stream by the time it leaves the
hills at Serravalle, irrigates the rich meadows of Venetia, and pours
into the Adriatic far to the east of the new mouth of the Piave.
At the summit of the broad dam stands Fadalto a few houses
and the little inn where we dined. It is a memorable inn, tidy in
its appointments, and though thoroughly Italian, very passable as to its
table. Its kitchen was the most picturesque and the prettiest that AVC
had anywhere seen a long^ room with tables for the commoner guests,
with huge whitewashed beams hung with shining utensils of embossed
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copper, with a latticed screen, behind which the handsome and smiling
and cleanly padrona herself prepared the food. It would have been a
noticeable room without the great bay containing the huge hearth of
the country, which was its chief feature. This hearth is a white mar-
ble pedestal about twenty inches high and seven feet square, with its
corners cut away. Its centre is of brick. On this burns a wood fire
open on all sides. Above, a funnel of wood painted black, and as
large as the hearth, gathers the smoke to the chimney. From its
border there hangs a woollen curtain eight inches wide. The sides of
the bay under the windows are furnished with a broad high seat, to
which the edges cf the hearth serve as a footstool; under this are
the wood-boxes. Enormous polished iron andirons and numerous cop-
per vessels stand upon the hearth, a great black soup-kettle hanging
from its chain completing the picture. A cosier nook for winter even-
ing gossip could not be desired.
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Our journey, which liad begun at six, led us CHI through the lower-
ing lulls, and finally out on to the fertile plain of Venetia, where the
twin towns of Serravalle and Cenada, with their well-planted connect-
ing allte and spacious half-way theatre and casino, brought us sudden-
ly into an atmosphere all Italian, and where already our Tyrol Ein-
spauner was regarded with curious interest.
At half-past eight Jane and I were in a gondola, under the light of
the full harvest-moon and a cloudless sky and breathless air, floating
down the Grand Canal.
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CHAPTER XVII.
A MORNING IN THE STREETS OF VENICE.
WE first touched the shore of modern civilization at Venice a
shore washed by the waters of antiquity and of quaint provincialism,
and strewn with the flotsam and jetsam of all times and of many
strange peoples. It is an entirely new land to one who comes from
the haunts of the simple Tyrolese.
My rustic pen must refrain from a description of this sweet city
of thesea. Where so many of the world's best artists have laid their
smoothest verse and their most graceful periods in homage, no word
of mine need seek a placf?. To the solemn, spell-bound spirit-city of
the past I offer only the tribute of silent love and admiration. Its
crumbling balconies and its slime-grown and water-lapped thresholds,
the mellow glow of its over-ripe fa9ades, and the soft shimmer of its
color-fed la<mnes, will attract and enchant the beautv-lovino- world
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without my help.
One of its aspects, however, seems to me to have received inade-
quate notice. Wreathed within the city of the canals and the gon-
dolas, co-extensive with it, and growing from the same core of hu-
manity, lies unobserved the quiet and hidden city of the streets a
city full of strange people, busy with the indolence and unthrift of
Italian daily life.
Hoping to catch the first movement of the day, I went out at half-
past six. In France it should have been quite two hours earlier, but
here I struck the very beginning of the morning life. A sleepy and
uncombed waiter was giving coffee to a few straggling guests on the
Riva, drowsy fishermen were just hoisting their painted sails, and one
after another the gondoliers of the Piazzetta were creeping from un-
der their awnings and stretching their languid arms in regret for the
A MO UN ING IN THE STREETS OF VENICE. 137
ended night. About the steps of the Campanile, and in every shel-
tered corner, beggars were still dreaming on the pavement The
Piazza was piled here and there with the chairs and tables at which
last night delegates from all nations had sat under the moonlight,
sipping coffee and ices, and drinking in the mellow glory of the gold-
en mosaic portals of San Marco. The pigeons, lineal descendants of
Dandolo's carriers, were picking the last crumbs from the clean pave-
ment, and broad day tilled the whole deserted square.
Turning the corner of the church, and crossing the canal which
passes under the Bridge of Sighs, I left the Venice of the gondola,
and penetrated a labyrinth of narrow streets footways only, for no
hoof ever awakens their echoes which led in and out among the
houses and garden-walls ; up and down over narrow bridges ; into lit-
tle squares where fruit-women -\vere setting up their stands, and where
seedy men were taking morning cocktails of black coffee dnd brandy
at the tables in front of the caffe ; to the doors of grand churches
where matutinal women were attending mass; and into many a cul-de-
sac whence the steps must be retraced.
I met respectable middle-aged clerks, in well-worn black, who
bought their morning papers and trudged on to their desks men who
had come out from their own homes, and were going to their regular
bread-winning work, whose round of life lies in this strange place, and
whose familiar daily scenes are these marvels which we come so far
to see men to whom the name America brings only vague suggestions
of New York and Brazil. I think this impresses me more than any-
thing else. To have a foreigner in the streets turn and look at me as
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though not he but I myself were the interesting object ; this is the
most unsettling sight of all my seeings.
Little by little business began to take possession of the streets.
Bakers' shops and butchers' shops and fish-stalls were opened; the din
of countless blacksmiths and coppersmiths filled the air at every turn,
as though the making of locks and kettles and chimney-pots were the
one usurping industry of the world ; loud-voiced women called all the
people to come and partake of baked pumpkin, fresh and hot, and the
melody of mingled street cries swelled to a chorus of supplication.
Latelv risen maidens lowered baskets from their balconies, and
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fished up cat- meat, or bread, or onions, or other household supplies,
lowered the coppers for payment, gathered their scanty raiment about
II A I.OON Y .M A UK 1. 1 I Mi .
them, and withdrew. The vend-
er we knew him at the opera
pocketed his money, tossed his
load to his head, and yelled his
noisy way down the alley.
In the Piazza be-
yond the TJialto, where
early activity most
centres, I took up a
commanding position
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at an out -of -door table, and ordered my "white coffee" and bread-
and-butter. What a wonderful place it was for breakfasting just
for once ! What pretty but carelessly powdered women, in black lace
head-dresses, those were who came from each street and went toward
the church ; what a clatter the wooden pattens made, and what a
gabble the newsboys; what loads of fresh fruit and vegetables the
women carried past; how the urchins gambled for soldi; how unlike
everything \vas to what we see at home ; and how unreal one grew to
feel himself in watching it all !
The cheap dealers of the Ilialto were taking down their shutters
as I crossed it, and displaying their low-priced wares. Boys sat on
the broad steps munching bread and revelling in the yellow luxury
of broad wedges of hot and savory pumpkin. The purveyors of the
adjacent quarters were climbing the steps with whole head-loads of
grapes, or fish, or vegetables. Over the hand-rail, tilling the whole
width of the Grand Canal, lay a fleet of barges unloading prod-
nee from beyond the lagunes, or stowing away assorted cargoes of
white and purple grapes, peaches, tigs, lettuce, chiccory, radishes, shin-
ing white onions, carrots, beets, potatoes the whole fresh-colored as-
sortment of green -grocery. On shore the market people filled the
streets and the arcades with fish, and flesh, and fowl, and fruit, and
flowers, and the whole air with a tumult of noisy traffic. I descended
among the throng, where customers were being importuned on every
hand, and where sharp bargains were being driven in sprats and snails
and in fractions of the smallest fowl.
Entering a little square shut in by high houses, and, like most
Venetian squares, dominated by the unfinished fagade of a time-stain-
ed church, I noticed a singular activity among the people. They were
scurrying in from every alley, and hastening from every house-door,
with odd -shaped copper buckets on hook -ended wooden bows, and
with little coils of rope. Old men and women, boys and girls, all
gathered closely about a covered well -curb in the middle of the
square ; and still they hurried on, until they stood a dozen deep
around it. Presently the church tower slowly struck eight, and a lit-
tle old man forced his way through the crowd, passed his ponderous
iron key through the lid, and unlocked the well. The kettles went
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jangling into it, and came slopping out again at an amazing rate, and
the people trudged off home, each with a pair of them swung from the
shoulder. The wells are deep cisterns, which are tilled during the
nio-ht, and it is out of amiable con-
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sideration for those who love their
morning nap that they aflfe given as
good a chance as their neigh-
bors of getting an nnroiled sup-
fll
AT THE PUBLIC WKLL. A MOltNING SCENE IN Vr.MOE.
ply. This is the first instance that lias come to my notice of a com-
mendable municipal restraint upon the reprehensible practice of early
rising. Few, very few, of those who came for water had had time for
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their toilets. Their day evidently begins with this excursion to the
public reservoir.
Later in my walk I saw a cistern being replenished. A barge
filled with fresh-water lay in a canal near by, and a steam-pnmp forced
the supply through a hose to the square, where a gutter carried it to
the well. The water is of excellent quality. It is brought through
conduits from the Euganean Hills, near Padua, but its distribution
through the city is carried on in the original manner here indicated.
For a city where the salt sea is the scavenger, where ablutions are not
de rigueur, where iires cannot rage, and where water is not a bever-
age, the cost of laying distributing mains has wisely been spared.
By nine o'clock I had walked some miles, and had seen the popu-
lace subside from its brief spasm of activity and settle down to the
sweet do-nothing of its daily life, and I turned my face homeward. I
sought in vain for a ferrv over the Grand Canal. I was lost in a maze
o -"
of confusing streets. Defeated of my purpose, I called a gondola, and
was rowed ignominiously back to my hotel.
TYROL, ASD TEE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
CHAPTER XVIII.
CIRC UML OCUTION.
FROM Botzen I had sent a trunk to Venice bv freight- train, and I
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went to the station to get it. I was met by a porter who had served
in the Austrian ami} 7 , and who spoke German. He kindly took my
case in hand. Armed with my receipt, I was conducted to a freight
clerk's office. He looked through many pigeon-holes, and shrugged
his shoulders my trunk had not arrived. I expostulated. lie looked
again, and again shrugged. Fourteen days should have sufficed, but
he had as yet received no notice of the arrival. My porter took me to
the custom-house; there stood the trunk, covered with a week's dust.
Back to the freight clerk; he looked again. No, the freight letter
had not arrived. I did not want the letter, T wanted the trunk. lie
shrugged his shoulders; we must wait until the chef should come. At
last the ch^f came. lie remembered having seen the letter, and he
looked through the pigeon-holes. He must be mistaken ; it could not
have come. No matter about the letter, my receipt was a duplicate,
and I wanted the trunk. The chef shrugged his shoulders. Then he
went off to rummage through a desk at another corner of the room,
and at last he found the unlucky letter. Then we must take the letter
to the custom-house. Official number one vised it, and sanded it, and
turned me over to official number two. This one looked at the trunk,
wrote something on the paper, blotted it with a pinch of dust from the
floor, and sent us to official number three, who did a long sum on it,
in triplicate, opened a little drawer, took out some sand with an iron
spoon, and sprinkled it again. Then number four wrote an illegible
signature on each of the three sections, sprinkled on some sand from
a box, poured most of the sand on to his desk, and sent us to number
five, who verified the computation, wrote his name three times, sanded,
CIRC UMLOC UTIOX. 14-3
and despatched us to number one. The circumlocution was complete.
Number one wrote something more, sanded the newspaper he had
been reading, and set us free. Now we would get the trunk and be
off. By no means; we must trudge back to the station, wait for the
clerk to come back from somewhere, pay him some money, give him
the letter, and get his permit, duly signed and sanded, and then go to
the custom-house and carry away the property. It has taken the read-
er who has not skipped some minutes to read this tale. It took me
fifteen minutes to write it: it took me six times fifteen minutes to so
O
through the evolutions which it describes.
Feeling sure that I should never climb another mountain, I had
brought from Cortina as a trophy to hang under my Mosel oar the
alpenstock with which I struggled up Tofana: value, twenty -two cents.
For convenience I would send it as freight to Havre. To allow for the
slowness of the clerks, we assigned an extra three-quarters of an hour
for the business of getting it off our hands, besides a half-hour for buy-
ing tickets and registering the baggage. In front of the station stands
a little guard-house, with the deluding legend, " Expedizioue."
"Might I send this stick to Havre?"
" Sicuro !"
" How much will it cost?"
We must ask. The expediter goes with us to the freight clerk, who
answers, " More than it is worth.''
" Probably, but how much ?"
" How much does it weigh ?"
" I don't know."
" Weigh it."
The expeditor hung it to the hook of a steelyard which another
man held up : " One kilo " (two pounds). Then, after a calculation :
" Two francs."
" Very well ; I will stand two francs. No matter about the receipt.
Here is the money. Mark it ' Paid,' and send it as soon as possible."
But they manage these things better in Italy. I must go back and
see what " Expedizione" really means. I must give the details very
clearly, and the official must make out the papers. I might go and
get my tickets and fight my baggage through, and then come back. I
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came back, at the end of a half-hour and of all my patience, and
found him still writing. There were three "freight letters." eacli as
long and intricate as a policy of insurance, and two long "declara-
tions" for the custom-house giving a description, value, etc., etc.*
Then we went to the freight clerk, and he signed something, and I
signed something (sanded), and the "Expedizione" man demanded
three francs and a half. I referred to the contract for two francs.
"Ah ! mais! the 'Expedizione' costs a franc and a half."
At }ast I was free. Everything was attended to, and we had still
seven minutes to get our seats. I separated Jane from a poodle with
which, and with whose mistress, of course, she had made friends, gath-
ered up my hags and bundles, and started gayly for the train.
As we turned into the corridor we saw the great doors swing to,
and our porter shrugged his shoulders.
" But what does it mean ?"
" Troppo tardi !"
" It is only ten minutes past nine, and the train leaves at quarter
past."
" The doors are closed five minutes before the train starts."
"Then why in !" But no, the man did not understand English,
and no poor words of mine could do justice to the situation. Jane
thought otherwise ; but then her words are never poor, and on this oc-
casion she showed an approach to genius. As a piece of sketchy char-
acterization, the estimate she expressed of Italian executive ability was
worthy of permanent record ; but she is overfastidious in such matters,
and prefers that her achievement should be permitted to remain our
private possession.
The train gone, we demanded to see the station-master. We were
taken to his office, and were most politely received. He is a large man
and a handsome man, with that suavity and grace of manner for which
his race is noted. He listened to our plaint our vituperation had ex-
pended itself behind that closed door and he encouraged us to ex-
press our frank opinion of the administration of Italian railways. I
* All concerning twenty-two cents' worth of wood and iron, which has never readied
Havre. One of those freight letters has got into a wrong pigeon-hole.
CIliCUMLOCVTlON.
told him of my trunk, and of the stupid fuss about my stick, of the
miseries of his baggage-room, and of much incident which one who
is travelling in Italy finds ready to his tongue. In such a presence I
could not give my opinion its ruder expression, but he took my mean-
ing, and he accepted it in a sympathizing spirit. Unfortunately he
could only execute his orders : he deeply regretted that they were
such as to cause much annoyance to passengers; he could tell us of
other things in which their system was still more at fault ; they had
made the grave mistake of copying the methods of France, which
were full of imperfections, instead of those of England, which were so
admirable.
" We are not English ; we are American."
" Ah ! You are American ? I am glad to meet you. Kindly take
seats, and tell me of your systems."
Thus the shrewd man turned our thoughts into the didactic chan-
nel, always so soothing, and lie gave us, by his attention as a listener,
almost a compensation for our annoyance. His interest in us grew
warm. We had intended to lunch at Verona, and to go on by the
next train to Lake Garda, and take the boat for Riva. We would have
made a great mistake ; for the king and queen were at Verona, and
there would be a " festa," which we surely should not miss. Really
we knew our own plans best, but so it seemed to him we ought by
all means to pass the night at Verona. He actually dismissed us in a
happy frame of mind.
In a calmer mood I return to my conviction that all we hear of the
much -vaunted "regeneration of united Italy" is a mere enthusiast's
delusion. No nation tolerating such a system of railway administra-
tion as hers holds the germ of regeneration anywhere in its organiza-
tion. If she is ever to acquire it, she must seek it in the blood of a
race to which the management of our best railroads is possible.
Kow listen to the tale of our sorrows. See what it implies to lose
a train in Venice, and give us your sympathy.
We rowed back to the Piazza; attended the splendid full mass at
San Marco; wandered through the unequalled halls of the Ducal Pal-
ace the gorgeous seat of the government of the great republic;
o O O ** *
lunched at Florian's Gaffe; went to Verona in the afternoon; spent
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the moonlight evening in its vast Roman amphitheatre, and in the
crowded square, where the whole town turned out for its promenade,
and where a good band gave an open-air concert; passed the next
morning among the tombs of the Scaligers, and in the noted Veronese
churches; and went comfortably to Pesehiera in time for the after-
noon boat. The king and queen had left Verona, and of course the
"capo di stazione" knew it; but he had made them serve his appeas-
ing purpose all the same.
THE LAKES,
CHAPTER XIX.
THE LAKES.
WE sat for two hours on the deck of the little steamer, moored to
the wharf, and dined there, watching the while the mameuvre of boats
with painted lateen-sails, and the work of red-capped sailors; gossiping
with the cook, and playing with his dog, and dreaming over the shim-
mering bine water, and the hot, hazy, far-away shore, where Catullus
lived and wrote, and over the fairy crests of the mountains which lead
Tyrol down to bathe its feet in the blue waves of Garda.
Some one at the British Association's meeting at Dublin read a
paper on the intellect of animals. He cited no case so remarkable
as that of Cncino's dog, which lives on this boat. This, and the steamer
which runs to Desenzano fifteen miles away, at the south-west corner
of the lake start from Iliva, at the north end of Garda. The dog
was familiar with the crews of both, and with the other craft, but he
had never made a trip by her. For a long time he watched her course
down the other side of the lake, and saw her drawing farther and
farther away, until she was hidden by the projecting point. One day,
his mind fully settled to its theory, he proceeded to verify it. He
marched deliberately over to Desenzano, took passage by the other
steamer, came safely to Riva, and went back to his familiar kitchen
with an air of entire satisfaction. He could not be induced to make
another trip by that boat. lie had " done " it, and had no more worlds
to conquer in that direction. He had reasoned out a plan of action,
and had found his reasoning correct.
Garda is the largest of the Italian lakes thirty-six miles long. It
was our first one, and it must be the bluest lake in the world. It starts
in the fertile plain of Lombardy, and, piercing the grand range by
which this is sheltered, it runs quite into the heart of the bare-peaked
148 TYROL, ASD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
mountains of Austrian Tyrol. All along its eastern shore Italian vil-
lages, monasteries, mountains, chapels, vineyards, and chestnut groves
give interest to every mile of the journey. After nightfall close-nest-
ling Riva welcomed us to its pleasant lake-side hotel terraces.
Iliva has a history such as belongs to all towns of good military
position lying on the border-land between the plains of the south and
KIVA, FKOM THE POKALK EOAD.
the mountain fastnesses of the north. But it has a beauty an in-
describable lake-side and mountain -foot charm which attracted us
more. Leaving its past to those who are fresher and more eager
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149
students, we contented ourselves with a simple, inactive absorption of
the unsurpassed natural beauty which clusters about this northern nook
TKEMOSLNE. BY LAKE OAKDA.
of the high-walled blue Lago di Garda. We were rowed to its plash-
ing fall of Ponale, and at nightfall we wandered out over its cliff-side
road a road which absolutely clings to the side of the steep and some-
times overhanging limestone precipices, and is threaded through tun-
nels like a string through its beads. In more than one place a stone
dropped from its parapet falls yards out into the water, while the rock
above overhangs our heads Mr. Rnskin to the contrary not\vithstand-
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ing. Beginning at the level of the lake, it rises by an easy but con-
stant inclination to the very top of the grand rock which sweeps round
into the Val di
Ledro. As "t re-
cedes, it seems
scarcely more
than a chalk
mark along the
face of the cliff.
Not the least
memorable inci-
dent about Riva
is the pleasure
in leaving it
by no means the
pleasure of leav-
ing it, for a mo re
delightful halt-
ing - place one
need not seek.
Our return
was by the De-
senzano boat,
touching along
the bold west-
ern bank of the
lake, which is
more precipitous
far grander than
opposite shore, as
more prosperous and
more populous. Some of its villages are at
the top of a precipice apparently a thousand
feet above the level of the lake. One of these,
Tremosine, a village of some importance, has
no other means of communication with the outer world than by a zig-
it is
LEMON GARDEN, LAKK OARDA.
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zag foot-path which leads up the almost vertical rock from the steam-
boat landing.
The great industry, wherever a little soil has been formed at the
foot of the mountains, is the cultivation of the lemon, the gardens be-
longing to the rich nobles of the dncal cities. While the summer
climate is well suited to the fipening of the fruit, winter shelter is
imperative. The gardens are studded with tall columns of brick ma-
sonry, which support the framework of the roof. This is in winter
covered with boards, and the vertical openings between the columns
are closed with glass. At some points, as in the neighborhood of the
town of Limone, these gardens are so extensive as to give a most
peculiar effect to the appearance of the shore.
Kothino- could be more thorouo-hlv Italian than the graceful, vine-
o o / o
grown, lazy, larger towns at which we touched. At Maderno, where
much of the shore front was occupied by shaded terraces set round
with pots of aloes and cacti, and where the terraces were occupied by
slatternly, dull -looking women, there was a general air of abandon-
ment and uselessness, after the best Italian manner. Happy this peo-
ple who while away their dreamy and untidy summers under the soft
breezes that sweep this widest stretch of Italian water !
Desenzano, where we landed, has not responded even to the sum-
mons of the steam-whistle. Judging from the manner of those who
would have relieved me of the burden of mv lield-^lass during the
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pleasant stroll to the station, I should say that beggary was its chief re-
maining industry. Of the station it is not worth while to say more
than that it belongs to the railway which leads from Venice, and that
it possessed no time-table by which we could determine our route and
our connections. Under this same method of administration, instead
of spending two hours at Brescia, as we might have done, and where
we might have breakfasted like Christians, we were stranded for a
longer time in an unfinished station-house in Southern Illinois. They
called it Rovato, the people spoke Italian, the beggars were polite, and
three car-loads of Italian soldiers who belonged to our party were
playing morra uno ! ott! chink! bang! thump! and there go your
ten soldi. But for all that, I have never seen its match for newness
and crudity save in our own benighted Egypt.
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All things come to an end ; so did our stifling and hungry halt,
and we trundled on through the rich foot-hill country, among vine-
yards and campanili, past Palazzuolo and Bergamo, then .beside the
premonitory and enticing waters which lead down to Lecco, thence
1.1MONK, I,\KI. OARUA.
in an omnibus through unheeded streets, and hurriedly to our jour-
ney's end the deck of a Como steamer. Here at last the spirit of
haste was laid. Fast or slow, early or late, it mattered nothing now.
We were afloat on the Lake of Como.
The afternoon was only so far gone as to give us lengthened
shadows; the sky was clear, the air was soft, and we had gone out of
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this world into that realm of fancy where prose and poetry, art and
photography, had builded our visions
"A clear lake, margined by fruits of gold
And whispering myrtles, glassing softest skies
As cloudless, save with rare and roseate shadows,
As I would have thy fate."
Evening fell slowly; each headland, each hamlet, and each moun-
tain-top became more and more unreal in the fading light, and as the
low stars began to glimmer out of the fleeting western gold, we climbed
the broad white steps of
"A palace lifting to eternal heaven
Its marble walls, from out a glossy bower
Of coolest foliage, musical with birds. . . .
The perfumed light
Stole through the mists of alabaster lamps,
And every air was heavy with the sighs
Of orange groves, and music from sweet lutes,
And murmurs of low fountains that gush forth
1' the midst of roses."
For even this too was added to our cup. Our first halt was at
the regal Villa Frizzoni, rich with every luxury that architecture and
Italian lake-side gardening could, at the behest of wealth, offer for the
acceptance of a wife. By that grace of good fortune by which the
traveller often profits, the Villa Frizzoni, unspoiled of all its luxury,
has become the "Grand Hotel Bell a<;o;io," and all the season through
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its halls and balconies and terraces, and its orange-shaded walks, are
gay with the life and dress and music of a pleasure-seeking throng.
If the imagination, revelling in the charm of Como, needs the further
stimulus of princes, baronen, contessi, and Ticino nurse -maids, they
are all here, to be had for the looking.
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Regarded with the cold eye of the captious traveller, this hotel fills
every requirement, and from the American stand -point its scale of
charges is incredibly low. The best that Saratoga can offer is mean
and commonplace compared with this, yet a bachelor must spend more
there for his top-story cell and his caravansary feeding than need here
a reasonable couple, content with a charming second story front room,
TYROL, JXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
^ and with simple
- - claret at the deli-
cate and exqnisite-
cf ly served table-d'hote.
We were easily tempted to bor-
row from the few days assigned to
Paris, and to tarry here until con-
science drove us forth. I had reserved for my last afternoon's walk
a visit to the Villa Serbelloni, perched high up on the promontory
between the Lecco and the Como arms of the lake. It was a question
of taking ihis walk in a sad rain or not taking it at all, for in the
BAN GIOVANNI, UEI.LAGGIO, ON LAKE OOMO.
THE LAKES.
155
morning we must surely leave. Leave! As easily leave Eden itself.
Conscience and duty all forgotten, I incontinently engaged quarters
for three days more in this rambling, old nobleman's house, now trans-
formed into a quiet, homely hotel.
We had rowed over the lake to the meretricious Villa Carlotta, we
had lounged at Cadenabbia. and we had drunk in all the riparian de-
lights of this delicious inland sea, but we had conceived no such
wealth of beauty, of situation, of vegetation, and of scrupulous horti-
culture as greeted us here at every turn. It is useless to attempt de-
scription ; I simply commend this charmed spot as the best earthly
representation of a veritable fairy -land. The garden of Serbelloni
is formal and artificial to the last degree ; but its formality is enno-
bled by the majestic rock on whose summit it rests; and its art has
made cunning use of the vegetation of every zone. Our fellow-
guests, though few, were no less interesting than those we had left at
the water-side.
It carried us back manv a lono- rear, and brought up the memories
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of a mad enthusiasm, to see again, somewhat saddened by age and
care, but still the same, that face which we all knew so well when her
wonderful voice and her magnetic presence stirred the most hidden
chords of the thousands of hearts which beat in unison, under the
creat dome of Castle Garden in 1S51. She is a grandmother now,
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but we who had heard that matchless song saw her only as the Jenny
Lind of our youth.
It is something in favor of these hotels that they lie at the edge of
the quaint old town of Bellaggio. These Continental towns seem to
be exempt from the influence which, with us, assimilates all communi-
ties to their conspicuous surroundings. Here, whither rich and extrav-
agant tourists have flocked for years, their wealth arid extravagance
have had absolutely no effect upon the simple people whom they daily
elbow in its narrow arcaded streets. Even the arts by which the tour-
ist's money is enticed into their careful pouches are practised with a
simplicity and an unspoiled and unassuming politeness which make
the payment of their modest demands a pleasure. I have in mind
now a sturdy and hearty oarsman, rich with more or less authentic
gossip of those whom he has seen and of those whom he has served,
and as proud of his position of a Bellaggio peasant a leader among
the bassi genii as he would be of ducal honors if he wore them. He
has sat face to face, and has chatted familiarly, with thousands of men
and women of every rank that travels; yet he carries himself with the
dignity of conscious worth, and with the grace and native elegance of
an Italian country man.
We crossed the hills to Lugano in the coupe of a diligence, in a
light rain, which, as our occasional glimpses of the Simplon and the
Bernardino showed, was the first autumn snow on the higher moun-
tains. Still in the rain, we sailed down the beautiful mountain lake to
the town of Lugano. This journey was made interesting and mem-
orable by one of those sudden and charming companionships which
spring up in the fertile soil of a traveller's experiences. We parted at
the pier, and we may never meet again, but our memory of this lovely
Italian -Swiss lake will always recall our genial and most congenial
Briton.
It would be aside from my purpose to detail our experiences at
Lugano and on Lago Maggiore. They continued and they varied the
impressions received on Garda, and made eternal on Como. It is al-
most futile to write fresh lines at this late day of what has delighted
the scribes of all times. Even in the first century of our era, the
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157
A 8TBEKT IN BELLAGOLO.
younger Pliny wrote to his friend Caninins Ruf us : " Wliat are you
doing at Cotno ? Do you study, hunt, or fish, or all three together?
For on our beloved lake one can do all these. Her waters afford fish,
her wooded heights game, and her deep solitude quiet for study. But
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whatever yon do, I envy yon, and I cannot restrain the confession that
it makes my heart heavy not to be able to share that with yon for
which I pine as a sick man for a cooling drink, a bath, or a living
spring. Shall I tear with violence these closely fitting bonds, if no
FROM T1IE VILLA BF.BIiEI.LOXI.
THE LAKES. 159
other solution is possible ? Ah ! I fear never. For before old occu-
pations are ended, new ones are thrust upon me, and thus link after
link is added to the chain of endless toil which holds me here en-
thralled. Farewell." From Pliny's time to ours the literature of all
lands has lingered over these beautiful lakes.
Our route led us to Milan, where we were favored with that rare
clear atmosphere which reveals to the Lombard plain one of the most
majestic of the world's sights. The Venetian Alps, the peaks of the
Carinthian range, the great Dolomites, the Gross Glockner, the Oertler,
the entire range of Swiss peaks to Mont Blanc, with seven -peaked
Monte Rosa in the foreground, the Cottian Alps, with their pyramidal
Monte Viso, the Maritime Alps, the Apennines, and the Euganean
Hills, near Padua, closed almost the entire horizon with the grandest
mountain chain of Europe. This view in its entirety is rarely seen.
Our good fortune was not evanescent, for no cloud, no slightest film of
vapor, came to screen this glorious panorama from all our long road to
Turin. Throughout the whole day the grand army of mountain-tops
marshalled itself for review, the majestic peaks inarching slowly to
their ever-changing positions as we sped swiftly on our way. The rich
irrigated sub- Alpine plain was their parade-ground, and against the
broad blue banner of an Italian sky stood the sharp outlines of their
icy helmets. As the daylight died away, the red glory of the Alpine
glow still lifted them out of the coming night.
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CHAPTER XX.
THE VAUDOIS VALLEYS. THE WALDENSES.
TURIN was for us only a halting-place, and not even the splendor
of its famed Superga could delay us. We hastened on to those grim
valleys where, resisting the wicked might of man, the children of God
through so many sad centuries withstood the fiercest persecutions of
Rome, and handed down unspoiled, from generation to generation, the
stern hard faith of the pure Apostolic Church. As the assumptions
and encroachments of Rome turned the power of the Church to the
worldly aggrandizement of its rulers, those who held to the primitive
faith were forced to seek shelter in obscurity. The rugged mountain
valleys on the borders of Piedmont and Dauphiny became their ulti-
mate retreat. Here, long before the protest of Luther, they held the
torch of the ancient religion which he labored to restore. Here was
the birthplace of Romish persecution, and here were concentrated, from
1308 to the downfall of the Inquisition, all the horrors of which fiend-
ish fanaticism has been capable. Once, and once only, was the last
remnant of this chosen people driven from these valleys to the refuge
of Calvinistic Switzerland ; but their Glorieuse Rentree under Arnaud
re-established the old faith in its ancient seat, whence, to this day, it
sends its evangelists to every corner of Italy.
It is of the persecutions of this people that Milton wrote his grand-
est sonnet :
"Avenge, O Lord ! Thy slaughter'd saints whose bones
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold :
E'en them, who kept Thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, .
Forget not; in Thy book record their groans,
Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold
Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that roll'd
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Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans
The vales redoubled to the hills, and they
To heaven. Their martyr'd blood nnd ashes sow
O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway
The triple tyrant, that from these may grow
An hundred-fold, who, havii>g learned Thy way,
Early may fly the Babylonian woe."
The history of the Piedrnoutese Protestants is well told in "The
Israel of the Alps," by Dr. Mnston. It may be briefly sketched here.
These people the Waldenses, or the Yaudois occupy what are
known as the Vaudois Valleys, in the Cottian Alps, about thirty miles
south-west of Turin, between Mont Cenis and Monte Viso. The cen-
tral valleys are Pellice, Luzerna, and Angrogna. The Yaudois (the
Yaldesi dwellers in the valleys) are known by existing sermons of
their pastors, dated 1120 ; and Peter Waldo, the reformer, of Lyons,
doubtless took his name from them, not, as has been assumed, giving
his name to them : he was Peter the Yaudois. The Yaudois are not
to be confounded with the inhabitants of the Canton de Yaud of
Switzerland. Their earliest record is of the year 1100, but they be-
lieve their ancestors through every age, from the apostolic time to the
present, to have been protesters against the corruptions of the Church,
and the depositaries of the simple Gospel faith.
About the middle of the twelfth century there appeared two im-
portant Yaudois documents: a translation of the New Testament and
" La Xobla Leyczon." These are in the Romance language, which is
the patois still spoken in the valleys. The " Noble Lesson." a poem
of five hundred lines, is a summary of Scripture history and doctrines,
and teaches toleration and religious freedom.
In 1517, the year of Luther's denunciation, the Archbishop of Turin
drew up an enumeration of the immemorial belief and protest of the
Yaudois Church. These are its points :
The Yaudois received the Scriptures as their only rule of faith.
They rejected the doctrines introduced by the popes and priests. They
declared that tithes and first-fruits are not due to the clergy. They
disapproved of the consecration of churches. They denied that men
needed the intercession of saints. They rejected purgatory and masses
for the dead. They denied that priests have the power to forgive sins.
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162 TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
They opposed the confessional. They protested against the worship
of the Virgin and saints. They rejected the use of holy-water; con-
demned indulgences; and ascribed the doctrine of purgatory to the
covetonsness of priests. They abhorred the use of the sign of the
cross and the worship of images. They denied that wicked men could
be representatives of Christ. They disowned the authority of the
Chnrch of Rome, and they believed that prayer in private houses is as
acceptable as prayer in churches.
The declaration of these principles brought upon them the anath-
emas of Home, and papal bulls were issued commanding Catholic
princes to wage war against them. In 1485 a bull of Innocent VIII.,
enjoining the extermination of the Vaudois, absolved these who should
take up the cross against them " from all ecclesiastical pains and pen-
alties, general and particular . . . releasing them from any oath they
might have taken, legitimatizing their title to any property they might
have illegally acquired, and promising remission of all their sins to
such as should kill any heretic." It outlawed the Vaudois, annulled
their contracts, and empowered all persons to take possession of their
property. In the persecutions which followed, and which recurred at
intervals for centuries, human infamy reached its climax. I quote
parts of a single paragraph from Muston :
" There is no town in Piedmont under a Vandois pastor where
some of our brethren have not been put to death. Jordan Terbano
was burned alive at Susa; Ilippolite Rossiero at Turin; Michael Go-
neto, an octogenarian, at Sarcena ; Villermin Ambrosio hanged on the
Col di Meano; Hugo Chiambs, of Fenestrelle, had his entrails torn
from his living body at Turin ; Peter Geymarali, of Bobbin, in like
manner had his entrails taken out in Luzerna, and a fierce cat thrust
in their place to torture him further; Maria Romano was buried .alive
at Rocca-patia; Magdalena Fauno underwent the same fate at San
Giovanni; Susanna Michelini was bound hand and foot, and left to
perish of cold and hunger on the snow at Sarcena; Bartolomeo Fache,
gashed with sabres, had the wounds filled up with quick-lime, and per-
ished thus in agony at Fenile; Daniel Michelini had his tongue torn
O v O
out at Bobbo for having praised God; James Baridari perished cov-
ered with sulphureous matches, which had been forced into his flesh
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under the nails, between the fingers, in the nostrils, in the lips, and
over all his body, and then lighted; Daniel Kevelli had his mouth
tilled with gunpowder, which being lighted blew his head to pieces ;
. . . Sara Rostignol was slit open from the legs to the bosom, and left
so to perish on the road between Eyral and Luzerna; Anna Char-
bonnier was impaled, and carried thus on a pike from San Giovanni
to La Torre."
In 1630-'31 the plague invaded the valleys, and swept away more
than 12,000 persons about one-half of the whole population. In La
Torre more than fifty families became completely extinct. Of the
seventeen pastors, only two venerable and infirm old men escaped
death. It then became necessary to import French-speaking ministers
from Dauphiny and from Geneva. The government thereupon, as a
further means of repression, prohibited the performance of the Vau-
dois service in any language but French, and this tongue was learned
by the whole people, and is retained by them to this day.
More than once was the population reduced by war and oppression
from its normal standard of about 25,000 to 4000 or 5000. Yet they
always remained steadfast in their faith, and held to their ancient tra-
ditions, rising stronger after each invasion, and always regaining their
ruined prosperity.
Some of the episodes of their wars are marvellous to read. Their
most noted hero Gianavello, with a band of less than twenty followers,
sometimes with only half a dozen, defeated whole armies of invaders;
and the Flying Company at Pra del Tor overthrew the Count de la
Trinita, who marched against them with three columns, numbering
more than seven thousand men. The almost uniform success of these
little bands of rude mountaineers operating against large armies of
disciplined troops has naturally produced among the Vaudois the be-
lief that it was not their prowess in action which prevailed, but the
design of God to preserve the germ of true religion in their keeping.
They gained frequent respite for the recovery of their prosperity
and the restoring of their population by the contests in which the
Dukes of Savoy were so often engaged with other princes. It was at
the revocation of the Edict of Nantes, to which the Duke of Savoy,
Victor Amadeo II., was reluctantly forced to accede, that the remnant
164 TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
of the population was compelled to accept exile into Switzerland. Of
14,000 persons 3000 only survived. They were liberally helped by the
Protestants of England and Holland. Recovering their health, they
were afflicted with the homesickness so peculiar to mountaineers, but
were detained by force, and were widely dispersed through the Protes-
tant states of Germany.
William of Orange, the head of the Protestant League against
O ' O O
France, was visited at the Hague by Henri Arnaud, the pastor and
leader of the "Vandois. lie counselled that they should return and
attempt to regain their valleys by force, supplying them at the same
time with considerable funds. The refugees assembled, between eight
and nine hundred in number, leaving their wives and children to the
care of the Swiss, crossing Lake Leman in the night of August 16th,
1689. Led by their pastor -captain, they crossed the Alps, and de-
scended into Italy near Susa.
After sixteen days' march, having beaten several strong detach-
ments of the enemy, they established themselves at Bobi, where they
remained unmolested during the winter, but by May they were re-
duced to four hundred men. They were again assailed, but they re-
sisted and struggled against every force invading the valley, until the
Duke of Savoy, abandoning his alliance with France, and joining the
Protestant League, restored them to their homes and liberties, recalled
their wives and children, and ended the last of thirt\*-two wars for lib-
erty and conscience. One hundred and sixty years later, Carlo Al-
berto, giving a constitution to his people, insured the continuance of
religious liberty.
It was with no ordinary traveller's interest that we went to visit
the scenes of all those centuries of heroic life and more heroic death,
and the renowned centre from which Protestantism in Itah* is pushing
its steady advance. We drove from the railway station at Pinerolo, an
hour's journey, to Torre Pellice, which is the seat of the Yaudois Col-
lege and the chief town of the valleys.
Though in Italy still, we found among the Protestants the univer-
sal use of the French language, and among the educated classes a fa-
miliarity with English, due to the Scotch education of the pastors. It
THE VAUDOIS VALLEYS. THE WALDENSES. 165
is no mild modern Protestantism which prevails here, softened by the
spirit of indulgence \ve know so well at home, but a stern Scotch Pu-
ritanism rigid, intolerant, uncompromising, and grim ground into
the sturdy souls of the people by long generations of martyrdom and
oppression. It is a faith so real and so commanding that it rings like
a clarion in the zeal of the trained evangelists, who, scattered through-
out the kingdom, echo the eternal reverberations of the blood-stained
mountain-sides where their fathers died for the cause they advocate.
It seems to me that the first impression of any considerate person
coming to the Yaudois valleys with a fresh recollection of what we
are taught to consider the necessary conditions of civilized life must
be one of humiliation. We may find similarly hard conditions of liv-
ing in many of our remote districts, but we find them accompanied by
a dulness and stolidity which make it seem a matter of indifference
whether they are ameliorated or not; or we find them resisted or
struggled against with that determination to seek improvement which
makes our people so ambitious and so restless.
Here in these hard, bleak valleys a frugality of which we can hard-
ly have conception is practised with a calmness and serenity that be-
token an aim of life far other than physical improvement. In the
town of Torre this is less conspicuous than elsewhere ; but even here
cultivated, enthusiastic, happy men and women, eager in the great pur-
suit of their lives, practise the genial graces of refined society, and ex-
ert a wide -spread influence, which is powerful even against that of
Rome, amidst an almost entire absence of the advantages which come
of wealth, and which are so often regarded as indispensable.
Catechised as to their belief, these people develop the most rigid
formulas of orthodoxy, that which we have known among the coldest,
hardest, most nnsympathizing New Englanders. But the blood of the
South runs warm in their veins, and their religion, severe though it is,
can only check it cannot cover nor repress the geniality of their
Italian natures. It is the rigidity of the North made mellow with
Latin warmth, and sweetened with the grace and amiability of Italy.
I know no people of great wealth who seem to get so much out of
their lives that is worth the getting as do these simple, pious, God-fear-
ing Yaudois.
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CHAPTER XXL
INTO THE HIGHER VALLEYS.
DESIRING to visit the valley of Angrogna, the great retreat during
the invasions of the laud, and the scene of the most terrible battles, I
was commended to the pastor of the village, who has the care of the
scattered population of the large parish. It was a long, hard walk up
the valley, and a hot one. A very plain little Protestant " temple " and
a few poor houses constitute the village of Angrogna, which is domi-
nated by a larger Catholic church, whose priest does his worst to coun-
teract the cherished heresy here in its ancient stronghold.
A child directed me to the pastor's door a great solid wooden
door in a fortress-like stone wall. Entering, I was greeted pleasantly
by the cheerful mother of the house, who ushered me into a scantily
furnished parlor, clean, bright, and pleasant. Presently the pastor ap-
peared, received me ^wth the greatest cordiality, and lent himself at
once to my desire for guidance and information.
I have rarely been more impressed in any interview. lie told me
with the greatest frankness of the difficulties with which he has to
contend in eking out a support for his large family in a parish where
all are poor, and where many can give nothing to the support of the
Church beyond cordial good wishes and the scantiest contributions of
food. A little money is given him by the General Synod, but it is
very little, and this man's incessant pastoral duties make it impossible
for him to ameliorate his condition by any form of profitable work.
It is to gratify no curiosity that I repeat what he told me of his cir-
cumstances, but rather to illustrate, by a striking and extreme exam-
ple, what I have said of life in these vallevs uenerallv.
1 t- O t
I was regaled in the most hospitable manner with the best that the
house afforded a thin, simple wine, bread, a hard sort of cheese, and
JXTO THE HIGHER VALLEYS. 167
boiled chestnuts, of which I was urged to take my fill, as I would find
no other opportunity to eat during the day's journey. What was given
me is the best of their diet, and, except for potatoes and salad, it cov-
ers the limit of its variety for all the secular days of the week. On
Sundays they usually, but not always, have meat. There was no sug-
gestion that the diet was not sufficient and satisfactory, and the family
seemed to be in robust and hearty health. The physical labor of the
pastor himself must be very severe. His parish reaches for miles back
on the mountains, and far up into steep and rugged valleys. He has
three separate churches and schools under his charge, and his sick and
poor are scattered far and wide on every hand.
Foot-paths and bridle-paths offer the only means of communication,
and he is liable, day and night, winter and summer, in good weather
and in bad, to be summoned forth for a long, hard tramp to the house
of a sick or dying parishioner. All this he described as merely inci-
dental to a life of necessary and useful service, in which he is content
and happy. A friend had recently presented him with a young don-
key, which is already able to give him a short lift on his journeys; and
which, as it matures, and as he grows old, will carry him to Pra del
Tor and back. He was happy over this acquisition, but anxious as to
his ability to nourish the beast.
Regarded in a certain light, there is nothing remarkable about this
tale of a robust man's life and circumstances; but viewed with refer-
c'nce to the stock to which he belongs, and to the history of the won-
derful struggle of his race, it seems to me not far removed from hero-
ism. The world is full of well-paid positions, seeking for the educa-
tion, intelligence, executive ability, and fortitude which mark the char-
acter of this cheerful and zealous pastor of Angrogna; but the old
call of the Spirit rings in his ears, and stirs his blood as it stirred that
of the martyrs of old, and he stays and finds his happiness and his
delight in answering its behests.
I talked with him about the condition of the people, and about
the ceaseless efforts of the Catholic Church to destroy the Protestant
supremacy in the valleys. Poverty, or rather the simplicity of living,
is extreme. The climate is much more severe than at Torre; the soil
in the main is poor and thin ; the cattle are stunted ; and the facilities
168 TYROL, AXD THE SKIRT OF THE ALPS.
for irrigation and the habit of its use seem to constitute the chief agri-
cultural advantage of the country. The chestnut grows well, and is a
main reliance as food. Without it there would often be much suf-
fering.
The Roman Catholic Church has by no means given np its effort
at supremacy. The best sites are secured for its churches and con-
vents; its abundant and skilfully-managed alms-giving is a powerful
resource in so poor a country; and its control over the industrial
populations, which quarrying and manufactures have brought to the
neighborhood, is shrewdly used for the corruption of the young men
and women of the Protestant communities. At Pra del Tor the
Holy Land of the Yaudois the priests have established a foundling
hospital, which threatens the stability of the rising generation of na-
tive children by the insidious influence of contact and companionship.
This more hidden and surreptitious persecution is met as resolutely
and firmly and cunningly as were the physical assaults of old ; and
thus far its influence has not been great.
As it was Saturday, the pastor could not go with me, as I had
hoped ; but he recited the heroic deeds of which Pra del Tor had been
the theatre, and invested it with a historic sublimity which mere read-
ing could not give. He lent me the keys of the temples I should see,
and directed me on my way.
It was a two hours' walk, mainly upward, over a rough bridle-path,
with here and there a house, and here and there a little mill driven by
the abundant waters of the tumbling stream. Toward the end of the
journey the path passes between steep rocky banks, climbs the edge of
a precipitous hill-side, and opens into the valley of Pra del Tor that
valley which more than once held all that was left of the Piedmontese
Vaudois, who, driven from their farms and their villages, gathered
here for mutual support and defence. Even here, while awaiting the
destruction which seemed impending, they established their schools,
and kept up the education of their evangelists.
On a high rock, overlooking the cluster of houses, stands a well-
built modern temple, the gift of a friend in England to commemorate
the defenders of the valley against Triuitu's overwhelming force. All
else is meagre, bare, and stern. It is hard to see how even this small
INTO THE HIGHER VALLEYS. 169
population can subsist in such a land, and it is almost incredible that a
people who generation after generation have been subjected to such
trying conditions of life should resist, as they steadily do, the seduc-
tions of an organization able and ready to improve their condition,
or to remove them to a more fertile district. It is these considerations
\vhich everywhere impress the visitor with the sturdiness of character
which an old faith, cemented by long ages of martyrdom, has been
able to produce.
My climb made it seem quite necessary that I should have food
before returning. All that I could get was milk. This was served to
me on the stone stair leading to a house door, and in a rude earthen-
ware pan. As I drank it, with a coarse iron spoon, a starved kitten
came with a longing mew, and lapped greedily the little puddle which
I poured into a hollow of the stone. I never saw such a hungry cat,
and evidently the family never saw such a hungry man, for they com-
mented freely on the eagerness of my feeding. Poor though they
were, and unaccustomed as they seemed to be to such a lavish use of
milk, they would accept no compensation for their hospitality, and I
could only make a trifling present to their child.
Here, and on my return, the people whom I met were most cordial
and friendly, and they answered every question as to the difficulty of
making a living on such a soil with an evident unconsciousness that
it implies the least hardship. Those who were returning from their
fields generally bore heavy burdens of firewood or grain ; and one
donkey that I met taking grist to mill carried at least 800 pounds of
grain, picking his way cautiously over the rocky path. Parts of the
valley were heavily wooded and of great beauty, but everything about
the scattered villages and farms seemed dismal and forbidding.
On Sunday we drove eight miles up the Pellice Valley to attend
church at Bobi, where, in 1G89, after the Glorieuse Rcntree, Arnaud
and his followers took the oath of fidelity, and celebrated divine ser-
vice in their own temple for the first time since their banishment.
"The enthusiasm of the moment was irrepressible; they chanted
the 74th Psalm to the clash of arms, and Henri Arnaud, mounting the
pulpit, with a sword in one hand and a Bible in the other, preached
from the 129th Psalm, and once more declared in the face of heaven
170 TYROL, AND THE SEIET OF THE ALPS.
that lie would never resume his pastoral office in patience and peace
until he should witness the restoration of his brethren to their ancient
and rightful settlements."
The temple was a bare room, with unpainted pulpit and benches,
where the women sat in one place and the men in another. The
women wore a costume of which a white cap with wide double fluted
ruffles was a conspicuous part, the young girls those who had not
been confirmed wearing black caps instead. The men were men
whom I had known in my childhood in the orthodox churches of
Western Connecticut, smooth-shaven for Sunday wrinkled, uncom-
promising countrymen. The older men generally wore blue jean
dress-coats with metal buttons and high collars. When the psalms
were given out, the}' took loud-clasping iron cases from their pockets,
and put on their steel-bowed spectacles. Puritanism is stronger than
race, or climate, or time. It was like sitting again among the hard-
handed farmers who used to throng the old Congregational church in
New Canaan.
The illusion was hardly dispelled so strong was the resemblance
in face and dress and manner when the young precentor mounted to
the reading-desk and read a chapter of the Xew Testament in French.
It was strengthened when he gave out the psalm, pitched the key, and
started the congregation in the droning monotone of its chanted praise.
The sermon was preached in the purest French by a most Italian-look-
ing pastor from Messina. It was an earnest appeal to humility, and a
warning not to permit their pride in their ancestry and in the venera-
ble antiquity of their faith, to blind them to the obligations to which
the essence of that faith compelled them. After the service there
followed the silent and hardly sociable loitering about the door which
characterizes the congregations of our own country churches, but far
less curiosity was evinced and more politeness was shown toward the
differently attired strangers who had come to join in their service.
During our stay in the valleys we were shown the admirable or-
phanage at Torre, where Mr. Sankey's hymns were sung in French and
Italian, and where the most careful training is given in the little arts
and industries of common life. We saw, too, the Yatidois College,
THE EIGHEE VALLEYS. 171
where are trained the pastors who are to have charge of the flocks
scattered throughout Italy, and the evangelists who are to plant in the
dark corners of the land the most promising germ of Italian regenera-
tion. It is a simple school, ill furnished with the modern appliances
of education, but rich in the zeal and enthusiasm with which its lead-
ers keep steadily in view the great aim of its foundation.
The college, and the cause of Protestantism generally, owe most
efficient aid to the liberality and earnestness of Major Beckwith, an
English officer, who devoted his fortune and many of the last years of
his life to their advancement. Much has been done by the liberality
of other British friends, and there can surely be no channel to-day
into which those who have the interest of reformed religion at heart
can so effectively turn their contributions. The Vaudois schools are
established in all parts of Italv, even in Calabria and Sicily and in
I/ J V
Rome itself, and they offer the chief existing hope of the education of
the people in what is necessary to an improved civilization.
Victor Emanuel il Re Galant-uomo in spite of his Catholicism,
was a steadfast and persistent friend of the Yaudois, believing that
they offered the best promise for the improvement of his people.
Humbert has given fresh assurances that his father's policy in this
regard shall be maintained, not in the interest of religion, but in the
interest of liberty and of enlightenment.
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Griffis's The Mikado's Empire,
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