Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1892-09-08

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ten O'Clock week ago yesterday. TIL.
scenery over the Brenner pass fine
As we got into Italy we began to fee
the heat and were warmer than we hat
been since we left home. Towards 81,
O'Clock that afternoon we changed ant
got onto little railroad that took u
to Riva. On that road were the wild
est places that we had yet seen. Their,
| was but one car and its sides wer,
open, making it kind of observatio,
| car. The train climbed up the noun
tains in a way that was new to us then
though since we have seen carriage
roads on the same plan. In order te
make the ascent it went back on it:
tracks in a zig-zag way so that we
could look below us and see the track
that we had just passed over.
The mountains were bare and desc
late and covered with huge boulders
Every little while we passed an ole
castle situated on some peak, which
was almost inaccessible. The sunset or
the 6esolate mountains was grand
then we delighted in their charm in
the dusk, and just before we reached
Riva we saw lake Garda surrounded
by its mountains. I think one reason
that we have enjoyed this week sc
much is because 1t has been an entire
change from the sightseeing of the
week before-cities with their cathed-
rails and galleries. Our hotel in Riva
had a balcony over the lake, where
people came to lunch and drink; the
mountains lowered above us, and it
was beautiful place every way. The
color of the lake is peculiar. 1t looks
as if the women washing clothes on its
shores had put in enough blueing to
blue the clothes. Near the shore the
water is very clear, and We could see
the little fishes swimming around. Sat
urday we took a steamer and went the
whole length of the lake, forty miles.
The guide book says, '.Sea sickness is
not unknown on lake Garda, "and can
well believe it. The first part of the
ride l could enjoy. On the hillsides,
along the shores, were groves of olive
trees and lemons. The foliage of the
olive is light. something like the will
low, with a gray tinge like ashes. The
lemon trees are under trellises, which
protect them in winter, and from the
lake look like rows of marble columns.
Several times as we stopped at some
little town. We could see ripe lemons
hanging on the trees. Once we had
fun watching camp of gypsies on the
shore One old woman was stirring a
kettle of mush, and others were scour-
ng brass pans and kettles with sand at
he waters edge. But the most fun
vas watching the children. One little
ot with bare arms was trying to hang
lis waist on clothesline. He worked |
lway as unconcerned as though there |
we're not fifty people looking at him.
At little town at the end of lake |
Iarda we took a train for Lecco, on |
AXE Como, where we took steamer
or Bellagio, our Sunday home. To |
all at sunset on that beautiful smooth |
axe was charming. There is no deny |
ng that there is a peculiar charm, a |
flavor, to the Italian air. Be- |
ween nine and ten some of us went |
owing. The lights from Bellagio
leaned out over the water; the noun
aims, water and everything were COW
red with a mist or blue haze. 1t was
lst the place to breathe in rest and
uiet. The water of lake Como is even
lOre beautiful to me than that of lake
iarda, and it is just as different as can
ca beautiful dark green.
Our room was the incest in the whole
lace. There was a balcony overlook
ng the lake. They said there were
tx thousand people in the town, and it
SO small, really it is not spread over
lore ground than Annapolis. There
,ust be a good many in each house;
ne number of children is something
There was one street that
,ok our fancy. 1t was full of little
hops where they sold olivewood boxes,
hell hair pins, silk scarfs and old sill
er. In Bellagio saw my first fig tree.
1 the garden below our windows were I
,ses, cabbages, grapes, a lemon tree
nd great magnolias full of flowers.