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Welcome sh we left the fair margin of theous Lake of Geneva and entered the Alpine Ravines tracing to its source the brawling arv river through the rockbound valley of cvox beside the mighty waterfalls and under the shadow of the inaccessible mountains we traveled on while the luxuriant walnut tree gave place to the
Dark Pline whose musical branches swung in the wind and those upright forms had braved a thousand storms Till The Verdant sod the flurry Dell and the shy hell were exchanged for the skypier untrodden seedless Rock the bones of the world waiting to be clothed with everything necessary to give life and
Beauty there is nothing of Geneva itself in it that can repay you for the trouble of walking over it rough Stones the houses are high the streets are narrow many of them on the ascent and no public building of any beauty to attract your eye or any architecture to gratify your
Taste the town is surrounded by a wall the three gates of which are shut exactly at 10:00 when no bribery as in France can open them LMA Lake Geneva is at our feet and a little Harbor contains our boat in which we still enjoy our evening excursions on
The water unfortunately we do not now enjoy those brilliant Skies that hailed us on our first arrival to this country and almost Perpetual rain confines us principally to the house but when the Sun Burst forth it is with a splendor and heat unknown in England the thunder
Clouds that visit us are grander and more terrific than I have ever seen before we watch them as they approach from the opposite side of the lake observing the lightning play among the clouds in various parts of the heavens and darting Jagged figures upon the piny heights of
Jorah dark with the shadow of the overhanging cloud while perhaps the sun is shining cheerily upon us one night we enjoyed a finer storm than I had ever before beheld the lake was lit up the Pines on Jura made visible and all the scene illuminated for an instant
When a pitchy Blackness succeeded and the thunder came in frightful bursts over our head amid the [Applause] Darkness mind come back [Applause] And Baby [Applause] fmin Abit a Protestant Theologian born in uses after the revocation of the Edict of n took refuge in Geneva traveled and entered Shaman Valley before suur abbl it made a map of the glassier of SEO unfortunately his map was never finished or was destroyed in
The papers opposite burned on the order of the bishop of is Benedict S and boret R duville Gerta Victor Hugo Jerome L land all made the arduous trip to Shaman little change since Roman Antiquity and the Pastoral visits of bishops from the 11th to the 15th century to the prior of
Shaman the Geneva scholar s dreamed of installing his instruments at the top of the white mole hill that is Mont Bon and collect Alpine plants minerological Explorations needed the boldest crystal Seeker guides voage Alps Geneva to clu occupies a chapter clu to Sal chapter Sal to Shaman from Sol the
Shabang demand Carriage gives way to the ass the P donkey scrapes against The Rock of the path to one side and overhangs the precipice to the other this is the route to Shaman boret was to make literary characters of shamua shamani hunters and in terms of popularity made shamani and zurat known
Him and his red umbrella and powder snow described as cream firing off pistols and throwing grenades to hear and feel the Echoes of the valley between Bonville and clues was great Amusement in these days Clues to soles waterfalls n the alas but if your horse gives up half an
Hour before you reach sales out of sheer fatigue you’re going to arrive there late at night and miss the waterfalls Splendor another day was taken to Journey up past the bridge of samata servos where locals are trying to sell graphite a toac of the town of s Pierre
Which was submerged and the bridge of the Montes pelicia the village of fui and mon crossing the river Al and arriving at the prior marks the start of the shaman Valley Windam an Englishman in 1741 with experience of Egypt and the Arabic leval popularize The glaciers as the
Callers the prior the only place to stay in town or rather shamany the village on the Northern edge of the river AR Napoleon the First’s Josephine was to visit Shamone and Napoleon III and Eugene things had improved by the time of Victor Hugo’s visit 1925 in sles you leave your
Car from this Village to the prior of Shaman the journey is made in shabangs harnessed to mules and formed of a single transverse bench where one is seated sideways under a kind of small leather canopy the four panels can be lowered in the event of a storm this new
Way of traveling warns you that you are passing in a way from one nature to another here you are entering the mountain the round flat Hooves of horses no longer suit these rough Steep and slippery paths the wheale of ordinary cars would break in these narrow paths
Constantly torn by points of rock and broken by Torrens of water you need light and solid carts that can be dismantled in difficult passages and cross them with you on the shoulders of guides and muers so far you have only seen the Alps now you are beginning to feel them Empress
Josephine was carried by eight men two gangs of four in rotation on a chair raised up for Victor Hugo still half a century later there was no more traced route than the rushing torrent following a stream by mule Rolling Stones ringing under their feet Napoleon was so pauled
That he built a road worthy of his name the empress was able to stay in the what’s now the Cino solur reached the summit of Mont Blanc in 1760 that he observed from the top of Revolt 20 years later Packard and balma were the first two
Locals to make it to the top of Mont Blan in 1770 madmazel cand opened the first tourist hotel hotel D though popular it took nine days for the huge number of British tourists to get to Shamone it was still a destination for the summer Mountaineers painters writers Byron and Shelly sporting enthusiasts
Often the first Winter Olympics in 1924 was held in shiman and cable cars just a few short years after suspended trains they were called 1946 the ice Grotto was carved into the murder glass 1955 got us the egg Dei Cable Car 1965 The Mont Blanc tunnel to
Italy of the Oster Valley 39 Souls died in the 1999 fire from a flower and margarine truck Shaman is a small town of 9,000 people which becomes 60,000 visitors in the winter and 100,000 visitors in the summer often cycling and Hiking mountaineering apart from the Victorian palaces well spaced out there’s no real
Terraces there’s the Modern Hotel of the Alpena imposing its vastness in the center of town but Shaman is very much a valley rather than a conation thousands of small chalets separated out into old Villages all accessed by bus traffic grinds everything to a halt valos Up On the Border artier Shaman town
Leuch are separated by the elevated Motorway the aqueduct that delivers you down to Sanja VBA 70 keters an hour still hugging the side of the Rock and with a Wall of Death hair pin or [Applause] Two Th thou Ravine of our dark deep ravine th many colored many voiced Veil over whose Pines and Crags and caverns sail fast Cloud shadows and sunbeams awful scene where power in likeness of the arv comes down from the ice Gulfs that GS this secret Throne bursting through these dark mountains like
Flame of lightning through the Tempest thou dust lie thy giant brood of Pines around thee clinging children of Elder time in whose devotion these chainless winds will come and ever came to drink their odors and their Mighty swinging to hear an old and solemn Harmony thine Earthly rainbows stretched across the
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Motion Thou Art the path of that unresting sound dizzy Ravine and when I Gaze on Thee I see as in a trance Sublime and strange to Muse on my own separate fantasy my own my human mind which passively now renders and receives vast influencing holding an unremitting interchange with
The clear Universe of things around one Legion of wild thoughts whose wandering wings now afloat above thy darkness and now rest where that or Thou Art No unbidden guest in the still Cave of the which pose he seeking among the Shadows that pass by ghosts of all things that are some
Shade of the some Phantom some faint image till the breast from which they fled recalls them Thou Art There can you feel that you feel that I am in where I go sh the Sun every like every okayo one thing sets us apart from Niagara G Canyon and the other part pollution yes we truly the best we Mighty mil higher than All Welcome sh all the sickness in the valley making Me