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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, Ehododendron, Primula 

 Auricula, Ranunculus Thora, and another with white 

 flowers, etc., etc. 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 

 Konigsee, 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- 



