The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1912-08-30

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 a 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, 1778.
and the old regime continues, untouch-
ed by the 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 com ali
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 their
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 and
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 a bit
of color here and there; the men were
bent double by the heavy hotties"
they carried on their backs. Every
one was at work from the Oldest to
the youngest, for it is considered an
omen of good luck if the entire family,
from the grandfather down to the
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 taste
any again: The dirty hands that han
die the grapes, the discolored "hottes"
they are pressed by dirty man and
dirtier ladle, are bad enough But
when you see the mass of pulp and
juice left standing at the roadside for
a week or more in big uncovered watts
exposed to the dust and swarms of
flies, and dabbled in by all the ragged
gamins who happen along. it is dis
gushing. And you don't feel entirely
treasured that 1t all comes out in the
fermentation, as the simple peasants
hasten to tell you.
Switzerland is more beautiful than
ever in the autumn. The wooded
mountains rising abruptly from the
lakeshore are strongly colored in
bright reds and yellows and deep
browns. The orchards are laden with
apples, chrysanthemums bloom in gor-
geous profusion in every garden. and
the vigne de Canada has turned GRIM
son. on the walls. And the sEnsetsi
They are exquisite beyond Gescrip-
ton! Besides the marvellous beauty
of it, there is something, l can't
tell what. that gives one a feeling of
perfect peace and rest in this country.
a quieting hand seems to be over ev-
erything.