Ramble in tlie Salzkammergut and Tyrol. 1 1 



and next the dark Reschen See, in which the 

 Adige rises ; at its upper end are the white 

 houses of Dorf Reschen. Most travellers pass 

 these lakes by without much notice, intent 

 only at gazing at the Ortler Spitz as it rises 

 high above all the other mountains. But years 

 ago I had observed a little Gasthaus zur For- 

 elle, and could not now leave these lakes with- 

 out a short stay. The inn at St Valentin is the 

 Gasthaus zum Weissen Kreuz, where I found 

 myself about nine o'clock on a cold and cloudy 

 morning, which made the place look somewhat 

 dreary and desolate. The little lake was ruffled 

 by a good breeze, so I lost no time in putting 

 rny rod together, and was soon at the water's 

 edge. But for an hour I fished without suc- 

 cess; and then, having noticed that the river 

 entered the lake a field or two off, hoped for 

 better luck about the gravel banks at the mouth 

 of the stream. I was not disappointed ; a fine 

 grayling was soon hooked and landed, a good 

 pound in weight, after much anxiety of mind, 

 for, travelling with as little luggage as possible, 

 I had come without a landing -net, and the 

 banks were somewhat steep. Very soon there 

 was another rise ; and before an hour was gone, 



