The Norfolk weekly news-journal., 1910-09-09
In Paris, Homeward Bound.


most pleasing features of our trip
was the drive of fifty miles in car
riages from Iselle over the famous
Simplon Pass through the Alps. This
winding, climbing, twisting road built
over streams, cut through the solid
rock for miles was built by that gen.
ius of a man, Napoleon, and of his
campaigns that is one lasting element
of good that his roads are still most
valuable. AS we assembled the pike,
we passed above the timber line until
we were in the midst of snow, ten,
twenty and more feet deep, and this
was on August 18th. The Temple
party could not resist, so they got out
of the carriages and snowballed each
other awhile and this was great sport,
but you can. do the same on the Swift
Zerland Trail in Colorado any day in
the year.
We reached the Simplon village, on
the summit of the pass at noon, ana
being hungry because we had had
breakfast at that morning, so we
! had a fine dinner at Hotel d Poste,
having wired ahead asking them to
have the meal ready. The air was
delightfully."- bracing and we were glad
that we had left behind us the hot
and sunny Italy. We arrived in Brigue
late in the evening and spent a SPLEEN
did time in this quiet city in the val
ley.
Leaving Brigue we took a fast eX-
press train for Territet in Switzerland.
This city is located on Lake Geneva
At Territet we took the funicular car
to the castle of Chillon which is built
on the bank of the lake where the
water is 300 feet deep. The castle
was built a long time ago and is
partly Romanesque and partly Gothic
in style. The whole place is romantic
in spirit and the skipping water makes
the place fantastic. Here one car
dream dreams and see visions.
This old castle is made most memor
able by Byron's immortal poem OF
The Prisoner of Chillon," few lines
of which / will quote:
There are seven pillars of Gothic
mould
In Gibbons dungeons deep and old
. There are seven columns, messy ant
and gray
Dim with a dull imprisoned ray,
A sunbeam which hath lost its way,
And through the crevice and thu
cleft
t OF the thick wall is fallen and left,
hn
= Like a marsh's meteor lamp;
: And in each pillar there is ring
And in each ring there is chain;
: That iron is cankering thing,
For in these limbs its teeth remain
And Byron continues until the yer,
atmosphere of the prisoner is full,
described.
The poem is well worth reading b.
prophet, priest, politician, laborel
king or citizen. After seeing tn
{ sights of Territet the castle and gal
dens we took a steamer across tn
, lake to Ouchy, fashionable lake re
- sort. The place presents a fine al
. pearance as it skirts the lake shore
. After time in Ouchy we proceede
- to Lausanne where we had a goo
rest.
must say it is horrible the way tn
If people spend the Sabbath. The shop
r. stores and saloons are wide open an
% they seem to have no sense of wron
h doing. ! really believe if America ha
ID the kind of saloonkeepers that the
have over in Europe, they would
lynched in twenty.four hours.
s. But the gay city of Europe is Par
n. which we reached at the very hol
n that was scheduled for us by the 30
h. ton office four months ago. And a.
pleasantly located at the Hotel 81
ney. We have seen much of Par
ID already, having been in the city on
err few days. At first we chartered ;
automobile and visited the noted q
ar leries, palaces, cathedrals, museum