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Title: Italy from the Alps to Mount Etna
Year: 1877 (1870s)
Authors: Stieler, Karl, 1842-1885 Cavagna Sangiuliani di Gualdana, Antonio, conte, 1843-1913, former owner. IU-R Paulus, Eduard, 1837-1907 Kaden, Woldemar, 1838-1907 Trollope, Frances Eleanor, d. 1913 Trollope, Thomas Adolphus, 1810-1892
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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r eyes ; this is the last huge step of the heights of the St.Gothard. The road winds along in bold curves, and at length we find ourselves in frontof the famous hospice. We have reached the summit of the pass, and yet, nevertheless,still higher peaks rise all around us ; the Stella, and Monte Prosa, Fibia, and Fiento, closethe prospect with their gigantic walls. The old hospice, which was already established,and served by Capuchins, in the thirteenth century, was destroyed by a terrific avalanchein 1 777. In the present building something like ten thousand strangers are refreshed andsheltered during the year; no payment is taken, only a free gift, if it is proffered. Theformer stable, an octagon, around whose walls ran eight mangers, and whose roof wassupported by a single pillar, was destroyed in the war at the beginning of the presentcentury ; Suwarrows Cossacks threw its rafters into their camp-fires. On the summits of the St. Gothard is the Lago Lucendro ; a dark, shining sheet of
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ACROSS THE ST. GOTH ARB. 13 water, surrounded by icy, almost perpendicular, rocks; it reminds one of the Avernus ofthe ancients, at the entrance to Hades. From its depths the Reuss takes its source ;and from one of the smaller neighbouring lakes rises the Ticino, which follows the road asfar as Milan. But no matter how wild and rough the scene without, we sat snugly enoughin the guest-room,—men who had never met before, and probably would never meet again,who had nothing in common save the passing minute, and the spot of earth on which thesole of their foot rested. Each had something to narrate : this one of the campaign of1799, the other of the avalanches, which are especially frequent on the southern sideof the mountain. As late as the summer of 1801, might still be seen, all along the route,the skeletons of horses and mules lying at the bottom of the precipice where they hadbeen thrown because they were exhausted and because fodder was scarce. All aroundthe Lago Lucendro, and the

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