New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1905-10-03
AT oBERAATNERGAU.

It was from Innsbruck, IN its lovely valley, with
its majestic mountains all about that We started
70 see the Passion PlayAat Oberamrnergau given in
1890 The TyroI IS the most westerly province OF
Austria Hungary. but far any tourist can see
Il Is e continuation OF Switzerland The mighty
Alps pierce II, and between them lie long, narrow
valleys. Quaint valleys they are, full OF quaint
peasant industries. canary bird raising, wood
carving and the like It through these val
leys and mountains that we drove TO the Passion
Play.
L almost always rains in the Tyrol. and It rained
that morning as We left Innsbruck Yet it could
not darnpen cur enthusiasm, for we had warm
coats and rugs. and We were on for lark our
own guides and managers, on e journey into the
unknown We followed the winnings OF the Inn
Tor miles, going ever up and up with mountain
tops weirdIy showing above great cloud masses
Now and then the sun broke through, and shone
On high Alpine meadows, with red COWS II them.
or a peasant n TyroIese costume red or blue or
green exactly Ike q character IN musical com
edy WinduilIs there were, and villages here and
there with blue houses-posttively sky blue. And
now and again the clouds lifted and the mountains
parted and some glorious majestic view opened
before Us till we clasped hands under the rug
and we're silent from sheer delight
Our driver was e big. laughing man. most jolly
and sociable. He talked al the time, though
could not understand one word he said, We spent
that night in quaint mountain inn in q quaint
mountain hamlet, and next morning rose with de-
light 70 q world OF glorious sunshine. AT noon we
ate AZ another mountain hotel where the long table
languages. and by that knew that Oberam-
TnerGaU was near. Some were driving IN Two great
oitgences and many were walking
Late that afternoon We drove into Oberannergau,
There we're streets in OberaTnrlergal except
where the builders happened 10 ike, and facing any
way. The village ran back and forth across me
AInIaer as Il liked. with tootbrldges every Few
yards across the river There was 10 railroad IN
OberaraInergau then-I hope there IS not now.
Beautiful fat cows red and white. were wandering
peacefully home from the pastures, their ulusicaI
wheeled straw wagons full OF bread, and some
carried stick brods'' tail as themselves Snop
windows were fun OF wood carvings, and the streets
were tlA Of al the naLionalities Of Europe. But
mostly they were peasants from the surrounding
mountains and valleys, jostling French artists;
stOld EngLshInen and people from Kalamazoo ana
Boston.
Though worn and weary we could not rest til
we had found the RathhaUs, for Il was there We
must md quarters for the night A long Inc was
n waiting, but our turn came at last Had we
written Yes, We had written. A solemn, long
haired young man searched for names IN his
book We trembled lest they should not be there
But yes We were saved. a golden haired, apple
checked. blue eyed Ettle boy called and guided
Us 70 our lodging place. Our hostess showed Us
- long ROOM with curtain through the middle.
-Aere were other tourists the other side OF that
curtain. but what cared We2 The wax
IKE IN neotEess There were clean water and tow
els ana snowy beds. One window looked over that
ihroEged main street. the other perched straight
over = little waterfall. that lue6 Us 10 sleep tlat
LgAt Win us tumolng waters snail not tell or