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Title: Charles Eliot, landscape architect : a lover of nature and of his kind, who trained himself for a new profession, practised it happily and through it wrought much good
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Eliot, Charles W. (Charles William), 1834-1926
Subjects: Eliot, Charles, 1859-1897 Landscape architects
Publisher: Boston : Houghton Mifflin
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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ere; and burst suddenly into thesunshine of the wide vaUey of Ticino. Here, from a highposition on the mountain side, there was a great view north-ward into Alpland, and southward to green meadows andblue waters at the head of Lago Maggiore.. . . Soon the train followed constantly theriver Ticino up a valley shut in by higherand higher mountains, which were very steepand rocky, yet inhabited almost to the sum-mits. Countless waterfalls were in sight, —some exceeding high, — and many chains offalls coming from great heights. BeyondBodio, the valley, which hitherto had someflat land in it, contracted; and soon the trainpassed a bridge over the river, then suddenlyjumped back again, and plunged straightinto the mountain side, to come out againat a point downstream from the point ofentrance, but at a higher level. The sametactics were repeated again immediately, theresult being the attainment of a sort of higher valley above asteep, narrow river gorge. Here Firs first appeared high on
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^T. 26) CROSSING THE ALPS 117 \ the mountain sides; and here also were the first signs of Swissbuilders work. After more slow climbing, there appearedbelow Faido a hillside of pastures dottedwith dark brown log barns, — altogetherSwiss. Superb waterfalls were in sight.The railway plunged into a huge preci-pice mountain to take another upwardspiral; then crossed a river gulch, andanother, and so pulled up through thenow slender valley to Airolo, — a lit-tle hamlet where all river meadow-landceases, and the snow mass of Mt. St.Gotthard blocks the way. The snow-piled zigzags of the carriage road wereplainly visible high on the mountain.I slept profoundly all through the nine-mile tunnel; but was told that thepassage took twenty-two minutes. The mtrain came out into wet cloudland, and V,looked down the steep torrent of Rense,— quite undescendable in appearance.The down grade was tremendous, througha very wild ravine differing from every-thing in the Italian side. Firs wereeverywhere

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