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is hidden under the cliffs at that end of the lake, 
where from November to February the inhabitants do 
not see the sun, they are so shut in by high moun- 
tains. Four other lakes were in full view, two of 
them lying almost beneath my feet. 
And then imagine my pleasure at collecting alpine 
plants for the first time, some of them in full blossom 
under the very edge of a snowbank. I filled my 
portfolio with Soldanella, Rhododendron, Primula 
Auricula, Ranunculus Thora, and another with white 
flowers, ete., ete. I am sorry to say that in my eager- 
ness I have left my knife, last relic of the Expedi- 
tion, and so long my trusty companion, somewhere 
on the top of the mountain. Sunday was at least a 
day of bodily rest, for I did not rise until past ten 
o'clock, and hobbled out but once beyond the limits of 
my hotel. I was obliged to leave, however, late in the 
evening, about half past ten, when the eilwagen, which 
comes but twice a week, arrived from Gratz on its way 
to Salzburg; and here I found myself at six o’clock 
this morning; a rainy day, and a very dull town, with 
nothing but its fortress and its exceedingly beautiful 
and romantic situation to make it interesting. There 
are many objects of great interest in the neighbor- 
hood, but this rainy day prevents any distant excur- 
sion; my place is taken for Munich for to-morrow 
morning, and not even the inducements of ‘ the most 
beautiful region in all Germany,” as it is called, not 
even the sublimities of the Berchtesgaden and the 
Kénigsee, which are but fifteen miles off, shall de- 
tain me longer. I begin to look with expectation 
toward the end of my journey, and have already in my 
plans shortened it a little. I have looked about the 
old churches and buildings of this town, and am wait- 
