The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-11-14

ing cleared away, or perchance some fine
days Carlsbad, with it's thousands OF
PATIENTS would find itself boiling in the
cauldron seething beneath the town.
There is a very large reseryoirin the
Trinkhalle filed with this rather thick
brown celored boiling fluid into which
pretty Bohemian girls lower your deep
narrow pointed cup, which is speciality
with the name of Carlsbad printed in
golden letters on the outside, first pulling
itinto a tin case fastened to long pole, and
pass it still steaming hot to your lips and
you sip it like soup twice full, both in
very early morning and at night and in
some cases also before the mid day
meal and this with the mud baths clears
the system of all disease lurking about.
But to the sight seer after the people,
and system of cure are seen, nothing of
interest remains and without regret he
leaves the gray old towu behind and
pushes along the edge of Bohemia stop
ping at the very uninteresting bathing
resort, Bad Teplitz, just little further
on. Kurhauses no doubt there are at
Tepletz and pensions full of semi-invalid-
ism, finishing cures. But good hotels
there are none and so gladly forgetting
the flavor of this really Bohemian town
Aussig, on the last spur of the Err
mountains comes in sight, and just be-
yond the beautiful Saxon scenery all in
an instant bursts upon the view. There
is something radiant in it surprising all
that has gone before.
There is right here, commencing at
Bodenback, the next town, triangular
bit of land called
Saxon Switzerland.
It fits in like woodman's wedge be-
tween Bohemia and the rest of Saxony.
1t is mountain region entire which
touches the Ore mountain Err Geberge
on one side and the Giant mountains
Riesen Geberge an the other. Its cliffs
are formed of chalky granite which is
quarried for building purposes like mar
Die, but it is SO soft in texture that in
the ages gone by it has assumed all sorts
OF fantastic shapes, rising like towers
and majestic columns, like spires of
lofty cathedrals and like the colonnades
of Grecian temples. There are curious
arches formed from it and natural bridg-
es spanning deep chasms made out of it.
The Elbe runs quietly through it and
thousands of people linger in it's enyirons
and get tonic from the pure air and
mineral springs which are found in many
parts of it. 1t rivals Switzerland itself,
though not so mighty it is more pleasing
not so unconquerable, being subservient
to all. People can climb its mountains
in day and roam through it's sweet val
leys in a few hours. Of all the minia-
ture copies of the great original in
Europe, the facilities for enjoyment
offered here are more easily attained.
Midway in it is the little paradise of
Schandau.
Here one can rest and breathe and
think. 1t is village filled with enjoya-
Bile people coming from all lands.
Astounding in pensions and kuryauses,
the only signs of commercial life in the
town is the one large grocery shop where
cold ham, pickles and every essential for
picnicking excursions can be obtained.
This shop is crowded in early morning,
and late evening with tourists laying in
their next days outing stores.
The Bastei Brucke, The Hufstall, The
Prebisthor, the fortresses of Konigstein
and Lillienstein, and Edmunds Klamm
are some of the wonders of this region
which may hereafter be described.
Thousands of people sail down the Elbe,
going to and from these places, and the
tourist from his perch on the high veran-
das of the fine hotels on it's banks espies
each day the wistful faces of many of
his countrymen in search of wonders,
among the rest, usually bound Dresden
ward, where so large an American colony