. Pictures in Tyrol and elsewhere. ves of goats and meek-faced ewes slowlywandering home from their pastures, or hurrying to quenchtheir thirst at a village fountain, jumbled altogether in aqueer mass of horns and impatient hoofs and frisking tailslonger or shorter, in their eagerness to reach the water-trough. As the evening was closing in we reached Lermos, plea-santly weary after our long drive, and all the exceedingbeauty which eyes and mind had been absorbing duringthe day. The hotel looked very unpromising, but profit-ing by our recent experience we did not judge too hastily,and when onc
. Pictures in Tyrol and elsewhere. ves of goats and meek-faced ewes slowlywandering home from their pastures, or hurrying to quenchtheir thirst at a village fountain, jumbled altogether in aqueer mass of horns and impatient hoofs and frisking tailslonger or shorter, in their eagerness to reach the water-trough. As the evening was closing in we reached Lermos, plea-santly weary after our long drive, and all the exceedingbeauty which eyes and mind had been absorbing duringthe day. The hotel looked very unpromising, but profit-ing by our recent experience we did not judge too hastily,and when once the upper landing was reached mattersbegan to improve. As before, there were the large rooms,but they were better furnished, and if there were noblankets, there were at least couvertures as well as fire was quickly lit in one of the great stoves, built halfinto a corner wall, which was so thick that it had a cavern-ous depth of many feet, and piles of wood were heapedin and blazed and crackled, we watching them from the. MOUNTAINEERING IN AN OMNIBUS. 25 landing through, the small opening usually closed by aniron door, and enjoying the sight long before any warmthhad penetrated the great pottery stove within the tea was a peripatetic meal, as just outside our win-dows rose the great Zugspitze in all the rose glow of aclear sunset, and we must perforce watch the light fadingand the cold shadows creeping up its side, though the eggswere cooling, and the great bowls of warm milk werebubbling most enticingly. Another very cold night, spiteof the large stoves, which, if your bed happens to be nearthem, suffocate you with heat for an hour or more, andthen, as the wood burns low, a shiver creeps through theroom, and there is only a sense of heaviness in the air toremind you of the departed warmth. The beds were nar-row, and the sheets were cut to their exact size, so that itwas impossible to tuck them in anywhere, and the cover-ings being made on the same principle
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