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tainly preach an impressive sermon — and the 

 text is the joy of Hving. And always I send 

 up a prayer of thanks to my Creator, in that 

 He has permitted me to see and realise all this 

 beauty. How many thousand unfortunate 

 fellow- creatures are condemned to pass their 

 lives hemmed in by the bricks and mortar of 

 towns and factories ! If only one could convey 

 the freshness of such an early morning in the 

 mountains into their hard-working lives, how 

 they would benefit in mind and body ! 



We are together once again — Briigger, the 

 driver Mucksel, the mule, his guide and myself. 

 A very good buck has been reported in the 

 Schadonapass, and we are on our wa}^ there 

 now. 



First we follow a rushing mountain torrent. 

 Beside these tumbling waters stand many 

 " Martel " crosses to remind the passer-by to 

 say a prayer for poor souls who have met their 

 death in the mountains. 



By a little wooden bridge we cross to the 

 other bank. My mule usually objects to this 

 passage ; he has a holy terror of the water, and 



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