“ There was a long, winding valley, with beautiful hills and mountains on each side, and a deep chasm in the middle, with the River Rhone roaring and tumbling over the stones down at the bottom of it. The road went wheeling on down long slopes, and around the hills and promontories, with beautiful green swells of land above it and below it. The horses went upon the run. The postilion had a little handle close by his seat—a sort of crank—that he could turn round and round, and so bring a brake to bear against the wheels, and thus help to hold the carriage back. ”
Jacob Abbott
Summary
"Rollo in Geneva" by Jacob Abbott is a narrative that follows young Rollo and his father, Holiday, as they traverse the picturesque landscapes of Switzerland. Set in Geneva, the story underscores themes of natural beauty, exploration, and the difficulties of moving through challenging terrain.
Through vivid portrayals of lakes, mountains, and countryside villages, Abbott conveys the charm of the Swiss environment, merging informative details with the excitement of discovery. Part of a series chronicling Rollo’s journeys, the work illustrates the relationship between human endeavors and the magnificent power of nature.
Quotes from Rollo in Geneva (Jacob Abbott)
“ Holiday answered Rollo in French, using a phrase very common in Geneva to denote the gradual fading away of the rosy light left upon Mont Blanc by the setting sun; for the sun, just at the time of its setting, gilds the mountain with a peculiar rosy light, as if it were a cloud. This light gradually fades away as the sun goes down, until the lower part of the mountain becomes of a dead and ghostly white, while the roseate hue still lingers on the summit, as if the top of the mountain were tipped with flame. ”
“ Such queer-looking carts and wheelbarrows, such odd dresses, such groups of children at play, such gates, such farmyards, such pumps and fountains by the roadside—every thing, indeed, was new and strange.After the party had been riding about an hour and a half, they passed through a village which consisted, like those which Rollo had seen on the road from Lyons, of compact rows of old and quaint-looking stone houses, close to the roadside. ”
