Norwich bulletin., 1910-08-05

so as to be as smooth as pavement all the way is the historic military road of Napoleon.
 In this quaint hamlet we stop a night, seemingly shut in by the Alpine mountains on all sides. As the full moon rises over a mount and seems to rest for a time on a. distant summit as if weary with the climb, it casts a most singular halo as a reflection of the eternal city itself which needs no sun upon the myriad precipices and ledges of rock and cascades of water and banks of snow.
 We find here two other Temple tours, who have been brought over the pass in landaus during the day. and report the most wonderful and exciting drive of their lives. They arouse us and we must seek sIumber, for tomor- row when these same landeaux take us over, to the eastern slopes and into Italy.
 Early morn finds us astir for seven o'clock sharp is announced as the time of departure. Toilet quickly made breakfast hastily swallowed, luggage packed on the landeaux and we in our whips, waving of .adieux and we are off with horses on a gallop Thrise be- fore have we gone along this great thOroughfare of travel, but through the Alps literally by the tunnel of twelve and a quarter miles, and taking "A minutes of time as we leave actually timed it by our watches. Now our itinerary is to take an extra day for the drive over the Alps in fhis man. ner-
 All remember the historic incident of over a century ago when Napoleon wanted to take his great army and artillery equipments over to conquer Italy, one of his marshals said to him that the Alps was in the way, and he made his famous reply, so character istic of the man: There shall be no Alpsi" Il the world knows how lie put army of men to work construct ing this road and did cross over to the terrible subjugation of the east ern nations beyond.
 The horses do not gallop long, nor even trot far, but steadily drop into heights. The grandeur of the land scape views mount higher and higher baffies description Many times it seems as if utterly impossible to go much farther, but every such sharp turn in the road a tunnel shows a way out or a way in. Quaint ham lets of peasants. frequent Catholic Shrines flocks of mountain goats we pass. In midsummer we pick fra grant flowers by the wayside and also thrust our hands into snowbanks and ci1ildiike snowfall one another from carriage to carriage. Sometimes we skirt along mountain crag with a precipice of sev- eral hundred feet below us. At the summit we stop at a quaint hotel couple or hours to visit and partake of dainty luncheon ready for us because ordered in advance by wire. Now the down grade begins. Broad steel shoes are chained to the wheels and brakes also put on, to hold back while the horses galIop along down. dOwni It is 47 kilometers over from Brigue Switzerland. to Isella. Italy, where we pull up at the railway station at four o'clock When wef reach the bounds Of the two nations, tower cOnfronts us to mark the line. also a custom house officer, who politely asks about our Luggage. and We declare it; the conductor for the party and he asks to have one piece opened. which is done. He quickly fnspects the con tens, takes our word in general for all the rest, and puts on mark tag and label on each piece, to show that they passed It answers the law; though only form; and with a gracious bow we are allowed to proceed.
 Now in Italy, where the next letter will find KILLOCH.