. En route; a descriptive automobile tour through nine countries & over nineteen great passes of Europe . entre of the tight rope, as Sheila styled theroad, we commenced to gaze about us at thewondrous scene. The road cut in the face of a mica-slate mountain, divided two sloping precipices. Athousand feet above stood the hotel we had quitted,silhouetted against a blue expanse, a thousand feetbelow splashed the stream in its rocky bed andbetween it and us zigzagged the road, looking likea piece of white cotton thrown carelessly upon adark cushion. High above our heads the greatmountains appeare
. En route; a descriptive automobile tour through nine countries & over nineteen great passes of Europe . entre of the tight rope, as Sheila styled theroad, we commenced to gaze about us at thewondrous scene. The road cut in the face of a mica-slate mountain, divided two sloping precipices. Athousand feet above stood the hotel we had quitted,silhouetted against a blue expanse, a thousand feetbelow splashed the stream in its rocky bed andbetween it and us zigzagged the road, looking likea piece of white cotton thrown carelessly upon adark cushion. High above our heads the greatmountains appeared puny in comparison with theenormous range of snowy peaks above them, fromwhich gleaming fields of ice streamed down, over-hanging the valley as though meditating thedestruction of the pine forest far beneath, thesummit of the massive Ortler dominating summed up the exquisite scene when hewrote: Still, snowy, and serene—Its subject mountains their unearthly formsPile round it, ice and rock ; broad vales betweenOf frozen floods, unfathomable deeps,Blue as the overhanging heaven . . 72. THE HIGHEST PASS IN EUROPE The magic of the scene entered into us, thebeauties of the snow and ice contrasted with theinky darkness of the pines beneath, the wonders ofthe road, and the brilHancy of the air all combinedto lay us under a spell of enchantment. Time, space and distance ceased to beAnd every step was fresh infinity. 73 CHAPTER VI BEAUTIFUL TIROL There never was a jollier or livelier little place thanthat tiny hotel at Franzenshohe; every coach anddiligence had perforce to halt before its doors and beexamined by the one official comprising the douane^a host in himself. The musical tinkle of the cow-bells showed that we had descended at least farenough to reach vegetation, though still high abovethe nearest fir. As the whole of the road to thesummit is visible from Franzenshohe, we couldwatch the stream of conveyances climbing anddescending the long series of knots. Close
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