The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1910-08-18
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tie in the, distance. 1t Is mostly a clos
ed-in view, first came the mountains
covered with evergreen trees, nearly
to til top back of them the peaks
would be sprinkled with snow, while
in triangle still further back would
appear a solid mass of snow pointed
at the top. To vary the scenery, the
mountains would part, and spread
below us was the valley laid out in
neat little grass plots like checker
board and intersected by narrow rib
bonlike roads, with thrifty houses
| looking much like doll houses, from
our height. Boring our way into the
mountain fastness again, we looked
over the edge of steep precipices, COW
cred with soft greens from which
occasional waterfalls came dashing in
flashing spray ~
Chamonix, in the valley, at the foot
of Mont Blanc, greeted us in the early
evening. Mont Blanc, the highest peak
in Europe, is snow covered, and jew
ell studded with glaciers. 1t rises too
near Chamonix to show to its best ad-
vantage, but its grandeur Is not lost
even at so close range. The next
morning, we made a side trip to the
Nerd de Glace, the largest Of the glac-
iers. This was another climb directly
up in the air with the Chamonix val
ley and the rive Arve making its way
to the Rhone, below The Mer de
Glace is dropped into a basin and all
around it rise majestic needles Of
rock like q great pudding in a cut
glass dish Willie we stood above it,
the glacier looked almost level, but
down on the level it was one mass
OF ice peaks, treacherous and terrible
This year; they are Watching for the
reappearance of a Quincy (Mass.J man.
who was lost in the Mer de Glace for
ty years ago. Should he be discovered
he will not have changed in the slight
est from his appearance ON the day
of his death i' A'"
Geneva was our abiding place for
few hours, Wednesday. 1t is a very
metropolitan city, situated on Lac Le
man. with the Jura range and Mont
Blanc for mountain background.
We drove during the morning and saw
the site of John Calvin's home and a
little further, away the Cathedral in
which he preached; 1t is said to be
the ST Peters of Professionalism ihe
Cathedral is rather austere, but to
good Professionals, more like real
Calvin chair and pulpit are the. relics
of the place. sTf ,GA Is cGr
The sail across Lake Leman repro
duced, with variations, the other lakes;
the blue waters, the mountains turning
pink at sunset, the fields up the slopes
and the watering places, until awe
reached Montrea,ix for a few hours.
The point Of interest was the Castle of
Chillon, which Byron has made fam
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moat surrounded, with dungeons ind
gallows and torture chamber. We
saw the stone pillars around which
he chained prisoners walked for weary
years until the solid stone. was worn
into path and the chambeg of the
last night before the execution, with its
uneven rock fora bed, from which a
Jacobs ladder may have spring for
some poor wretch. It, is peaceful
spot now, more filed with memories
than with people. 1t. still stands, and
its deeds live with it. No lover OF pic
lures Is unfamiliar with the Splendor
of its location. One more climb over
the Alps and Interlaken came IN view.
Yesterday, We drove to ,.ie heart
of these mammoths to the Graiidel-
valid glacier The Jungrrau, mot so
high, but to my mind, more beautiful
than Mont Blanc, points snowy Finger
to the sky. while Eiger, and the Monch,
the Wetterhorn and the Schreckhorner
were not only appropriate, but superb,
friends for the Jungfrau. The glac-
Ter, itself, packed inbetweenlis storm
tossed sea in still life. It's blue,
CLASSY peaks and glitterfng sides catch
the sun at every angle and send back
a glittering answer. We penetrated
the ice tunnel,-Mhich is as light as
day. and it seemed as if we could see
clear through its transparent green
blue sides, through which streams of
water came in places. On block Of
ice in the chamber at the end stands
lonesome Christmas tree, devoid Of
presents. We were warned not to
raise our voices as it might dislodge
the ice, and we needed no second war
ming, as we had seen a baby avalanche
just as we entered the grotto We were
not afraid, but just little lonesome
and we retarded not our steps as we
saw the light of day reappearing.
Seeing so much in so short time.
we were ready for one of those restful
Sundays which tourists know about.
One of those days when there is no
regular program, but when all the lit