Fredrika Bremer,
Life in the Old World
(1860)
“ You still proceed, and the path winds round another mountain height, and a fresh view opens before you; another extent of valley with wood-crowned heights, the feet of which are scattered with little cottages. In the hollows of the valleys roars the river; the clouds slowly roll along, dividing themselves amongst the immense rocky heights. In whatever direction you turn your sight, you behold Alps, valleys, deep woods, soft, waving pasture meadows, dark rifts of the mountain, whence, as you can see, flow streams in the spring season. ”
