. En route; a descriptive automobile tour through nine countries & over nineteen great passes of Europe . in the valley, appearedlike a miniature toy village : a tiny train, engineand carriages, rushed from out the hill-side andpulled up in the toy station. A faint whistle wasborne up to us, and mingled with the musical tinkleof cow bells. What little those travellers, shutup in the comfortable Wagonlits knew of thegrandeur beneath which they had passed, or the wildbeauties, of whose very existence they were ignorant. Turn succeeded turn as the road wound its waydown the hillside, and the air
. En route; a descriptive automobile tour through nine countries & over nineteen great passes of Europe . in the valley, appearedlike a miniature toy village : a tiny train, engineand carriages, rushed from out the hill-side andpulled up in the toy station. A faint whistle wasborne up to us, and mingled with the musical tinkleof cow bells. What little those travellers, shutup in the comfortable Wagonlits knew of thegrandeur beneath which they had passed, or the wildbeauties, of whose very existence they were ignorant. Turn succeeded turn as the road wound its waydown the hillside, and the air became warmer andwarmer as the barometer rose. Of Airolo we retain only a fleeting memory. Anarrow, precipitous street, bordered by small houses,at whose doors lounged their respective familieschatting and exchanging ideas; barrows of fruit,grapes, figs, and peaches: multitudes of greenmelons whose insides are blood-red, lay in slices totempt the thirsty. And the people, dark-haired,dark-skinned, were typical of that country whoselanguage they spoke. In the ravine of the Dazio Grande the road runs,88. THE GREAT ST. GOTHARD for half a mile, through scenery almost as wild asthat of the Val Tremola : and it has to strugglewith the rushing streams for room to pass : at oneplace where the opening is only wide enough forthe boiling cataract, the road, by stupendous labour,is carried on a series of arches in the side of therock above the stream. In ascending from Switzerland darkness had hidthe wonderful spiral tunnels of the great railway,and now we were treated to a splendid view ofthem. High above us, upon the hillside, we hearda long-drawn whistle, and an express train camethundering along, disappearing into the dark mouthof a tunnel. A minute later the same train shotout from the mountain and passed close to our road,again disappearing into the hillside. After a similartime had elapsed, as before, we saw the train rushout beneath us in the valley, and with anothertriumphant whist
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