The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1912-08-30
F variety Is the spice OF LIE,
then Switzerland indeed lives.
Nowhere, probably, within the
space Of fortY.fiYe miles, can one


space of forty-five miles. can one
find greater variety than along
the shores Of Lake Lemon, from cos
mopolitan Geneva down to sleepy VII.
leneuve. Nowhere are the cid and
the new, the native and the foreign
thrown in more striking contrast.
That small Paris, Montreux, scintil'
lates stones throw from Veytaux,
which suns itself on the mountainside,
content with the simple life Of three
centuries ago. Its one narrow turn
ing street twisting uphill. is crowded
with old stone houses. Over many
doors are cut dates 1861, 1920, ITS,
and the old regime continues. untouch.
ed by tho modernness OF Montreux
and Territet
The people of this enterprising lit
tie country have cleverly met the de-
mands of the fashionable crowd Of
tourists who invade them all the year
round. They have built magnificent
hotels and pensions, smart shops and
pretty tearooms; they have made
mountain climbing easy by the funi.
culaire; they have made boating on
the lake delightful. The old barque
with slant sails has given place to the
swifter launch; rowboats with striped
awnings and cushions fly the flag OF
every nation. The bronzed boatmen
sizes you up and pays you the compli'
ment Of putting your flag at the bow.
In short, the Swiss have made their
beautiful country attractive to the
most fastidious traveller. but back OF
the alluring wares they offer in the
way of most elaborate modern conve'
niences, they have strictly kept their
own simple mode of living and thei!
| ancient customs.
Harvesting Quaint.
What is more quaint, more pictur
esque, than the harvesting in autumn
Often of an evening We walked on the
country roads among the vineyards
The sunset light touched lake ant
mountain, on every terraced slope the
peasants were gathering and pressing
the grapes; their laughing and sing
ing echoed clearly through the still
ness, and the red handkerchiefs knot
ted on the women's heads made BIZ
of color here and there; the men were
bent double by the heavy hotties
they carried on their backs. Ever!
one was at work from the Oldest t.
she youngest, for 1t is considered al
omen Of good luck If the entire family
from the grandfather down to tn
youngest babe, participate in the gath
ering and pressing of the grapes.
After seeing the making of the wine
you fancy you will never care to tast
any again: The dirty hands that hat
die the grapes, the discolored hotties
they are pressed by dirty man an
dirtier ladle, are bad enough Blu
| when you see the mass of pulp an
Juice left standing at the roadside TO
week or more in big uncovered vat
exposed to the dust and swarms c
flies, and dabbled in by all the ragge
gamins who happen along, it Is di
gushing. And you don't feel entirel
treasured that 1t all comes out in tn
fermentation, as the simple peasant
hasten to tell you.
Switzerland Is more beautiful tina
ever in the autumn. The woode
mountains rising abruptly ffcm Ii
lakeshore are strongly colored
bright reds and yellows and dee
browns. The orchards are laden wit
apples, chrysanthemums bloom In go
geous profusion in every garden, ar
the vigne de Canada has turned cril
son. on the walls. And the sunsets
They are exquisite beyond desert
ton! Besides the marvellous beau
of it, there is something, | car
tell what, that gives one feeling
perfect peace and rest in this countl
A quieting hand seems to be over
srythjng.