Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . ge that we see before entering thewide flat valley in which Botzen stands. Already the chestnut tree flourishes on eitherside of us, and an air of greater industry and cultivation announces the neighbourhood of animportant city. One more struggle has to be made; once more the stormy Eisack mustbe bridged over; once more a lowering rock must be pierced, that stands as the lastportal guarding the way, and then we speed out into freedom, into a very Paradise. Thegigantic wall of the Dolomite mountains stands before us in all its vastness and majestycrowned with
Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna . ge that we see before entering thewide flat valley in which Botzen stands. Already the chestnut tree flourishes on eitherside of us, and an air of greater industry and cultivation announces the neighbourhood of animportant city. One more struggle has to be made; once more the stormy Eisack mustbe bridged over; once more a lowering rock must be pierced, that stands as the lastportal guarding the way, and then we speed out into freedom, into a very Paradise. Thegigantic wall of the Dolomite mountains stands before us in all its vastness and majestycrowned with a thousand airy pinnacles ; the train runs among vineyards where the ripegrapes are hanging ; crowds of slender gables and flat roofs meet our view. Bolzano ! shouts a voice. Everywhere we hear Italian accents. Can this be Italy, the southern land with its magical colouring, we ask ourselves witha start? But we are as yet hardly on the threshold of those delightful plains now openingbefore us. It is not Bolzano, it is only \
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