The Argosy — page 71: what you’re looking at

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From London to Salzburg. OI For miles round Salzburg the scenery is beyond description. A drive of three hours through mountains; wooded slopes, here and there dotted with white cottages ; at intervals a small village, an inn, or a toll- bar: to your left hand a shallow, gurgling, swift-flowing river ; now passing gently through pastures gorgeous with their multitude of wild flowers ; now leaping down and gathering fresh force for its course: such a drive brings you to Berchtesgaden and the wonderful Konigsee. A handful of houses clustering amongst the mountains, whose snow- crowned peaks and summits towered on every side ; the houses hiding amidst trees like a shy coquette ; the river flowing through in a winding, capricious manner : this, and a nameless charm that must be séen and “| a ae — _ “fy i J hs a ' ry - : BERCHTESGADEN. experienced and cannot be written, made of Berchtesgaden an earthly paradise, if one there be. ) Beyond lay the Konigsee, one of the most notable lakes of Germany. On all sides the mountains rose so precipitously that in many places there was not space for a footpath. So deep was the lake that here and there the water was almost black as ink : and involuntarily, you shuddered as the boat cut through the dead-like quietness, where the cold mountain sides were reflected upon the surface: a feeling more subtle than any felt on a raging sea. | The dark fir-trees, growing on the mountains gave’ them a deep, melancholy appearance, that corresponded with the sad, green colour af