A Diary at Davos. 105 



tion to Switzerland was not primarily for the 

 purpose of fishing. As usual, however, I was 

 quite prepared for a day's angling. 



The valley of Davos is known by reputation 

 as a celebrated " health resort," at any rate 

 to most English people ; but it should not be 

 forgotten that, in fact, there are two places of 

 this name about a mile apart : the upper one, 

 Davos-Dorfli ; the lower, Davos Platz, a spot 

 which is now a village of hotels and their 

 attendant shops, not to speak of the invalids 

 who frequent them. Two routes lead to this 

 place ; one from Landquart, up the Prattigau 

 another from Chur, up the Albula valley and 

 the Davoser Thai, following the course of the 

 Landwasser, a road which abounds with mag- 

 nificent scenery. I journeyed from Landquart 

 to Davos, going as far as the village of Klosters, 

 through the Prattigau, and by the stream which 

 waters it the river Landquart an ever-foam- 

 ing cataract. Some fourteen miles up the 

 valley, at the little village of Kublis, I had 

 a morning to spare, and, with fly and min- 

 now, tried to entice a trout from the rushing 

 waters but absolutely in vain. I had one 

 fellow-angler, a small boy, with a short rod, 



