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still hold us to the spot, enchanted and instructed ; 

 though for some few days past the fields have seen 

 their best, and are now for the most part spacious 

 park-like pleasaunces of yellowish-green, yet have 

 we still the famous setting of 



"... dreaming mountains, 

 Lifted from the world together " ; 



yet have we still the vast, irreproachable arena 

 which, there is no gainsaying, has helped towards 

 the deep and lasting impression we have gathered 

 from the meadows. 



Over yonder, towering high above the Grand 

 St. Bernard road, and reflected snow for snow 

 and precipice for precipice in the placid waters of 

 the lake, is the Grand Combin, one of the noblest 

 units of " those great constellations of snow-peaks 

 which Nature has massed, in splendid and prodigal 

 confusion," in this part of Switzerland ; away, at 

 the end of the Val Ferret, are the white and 

 graceful lines of the Grand Golliaz, flanked on the 

 near side by the massif of Saleinaz, and on the 

 further side by the Groupe du Grand Saint- 

 Bernard ; while, immediately above us, suffused 

 with the red of the flowering Rhododendron, are the 

 steep and rocky masses of the Breyaz, the Clocher 



