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costume, the waterfalls at Krimmel, the highest in Kurope, having 
three leaps. ‘The beauty of these falls depended on bright sunny 
weather. Sultry weather did not dry up the water, as at the 
Falls of Lodore, but on the contrary, all the more water came 
down. Views of the Dolomite mountains were thrown on the 
screen, and the lecturer made special reference to the Reigatzspitze, 
the Elfer-kofel, Zwélfer-kofel, (so called because the sun shone on 
them at eleven and twelve o'clock), the Dreischusterspitze, the 
Drei Zirnen, and the Kliene Zinne, indicating the methods, and 
sometimes the difficulties and dangers of climbing. A traveller 
from the north side of the mountains, where the people speak 
nothing but German, could in eight hours be on the other side, 
where they speak nothing but Italian. 
Some of the Dolomites rise to a height of 12,000 feet, but they 
are mostly between 10,000 and 11,000 feet. The most difficult to 
climb are only 9,000 feet, The sides of the mountain are too 
steep to allow the snow to remain, and only when it has 
freshly fallen is snow found on them. The loneliness and 
the barrenness were most striking—not a speck of vegetation for 
miles. The prevailing colour of the Dolomites is fawn-colour of 
varying tints. 
The mountains in the Sextenthal were the finest specimens, a 
district of which he was fond and was rather glad it had not 
been found out by the general public. The valleys were mostly 
flat and the mountains seemed to rise in independent entities. 
The lecturer related an experience of a thunderstorm on the 
Schusterspitze, which he had no desire to happen again. The 
lightning was extremely vivid, and the stones on the mountain 
became loose, probably from the vibrations of the thunder. Rocks 
began to fall, and to escape them they had to keep to the ridges 
and leave their ice-axes. ‘The rocks were charged with electricity, 
and at one point he became partially paralyzed, and narrowly 
escaped serious accident. At the same time the wooden handle 
of his ice-axe was burnt. ‘The only dry part of his clothing were 
his stockings, and these were burnt, and it was a couple of days 
before he recovered the full use of his limbs. It was an exciting 
and a trying experience, but having gone through it he would not 
now part with it. They ascended one of the hills which they 
believed had never been climbed before, but found out their 
mistake—the summit was covered with sardine tins ! 
There were some “bad bits” to climb on the Kleine 
Zinne which he went up last year. The beautiful view on the 
Misurina See had been spoilt by the building of an hotel. The 
lake was an exquisite one, 6,000 feet above the level of the sea. 
They could see the bottom of the lake almost everywhere, and the 
