Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, First Series eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 372 pages of information about Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, First Series.

Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, First Series eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 372 pages of information about Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, First Series.
of snow with crystals.  The landscape gains in purity, and, what sounds unbelievable, in tenderness.  Nor does it lose in grandeur.  Looking up the valley of the Morteratsch that morning, the glaciers were distinguishable in hues of green and sapphire through their veil of snow; and the highest peaks soared in a transparency of amethystine light beneath a blue sky traced with filaments of windy cloud.  Some storm must have disturbed the atmosphere in Italy, for fan-shaped mists frothed out around the sun, and curled themselves above the mountains in fine feathery wreaths, melting imperceptibly into air, until, when we had risen above the cembras, the sky was one deep solid blue.

All that upland wilderness is lovelier now than in the summer; and on the morning of which I write, the air itself was far more summery than I have ever known it in the Engadine in August.  We could scarcely bear to place our hands upon the woodwork of the sleigh because of the fierce sun’s heat.  And yet the atmosphere was crystalline with windless frost.  As though to increase the strangeness of these contrasts, the pavement of beaten snow was stained with red drops spilt from wine-casks which pass over it.

The chief feature of the Bernina—­what makes it a dreary pass enough in summer, but infinitely beautiful in winter—­is its breadth; illimitable undulations of snow-drifts; immensity of open sky; unbroken lines of white, descending in smooth curves from glittering ice-peaks.

A glacier hangs in air above the frozen lakes, with all its green-blue ice-cliffs glistening in intensest light.  Pitz Palu shoots aloft like sculptured marble, delicately veined with soft aerial shadows of translucent blue.  At the summit of the pass all Italy seems to burst upon the eyes in those steep serried ranges, with their craggy crests, violet-hued in noonday sunshine, as though a bloom of plum or grape had been shed over them, enamelling their jagged precipices.

The top of the Bernina is not always thus in winter.  It has a bad reputation for the fury of invading storms, when falling snow hurtles together with snow scooped from the drifts in eddies, and the weltering white sea shifts at the will of whirlwinds.  The Hospice then may be tenanted for days together by weather-bound wayfarers; and a line drawn close beneath its roof shows how two years ago the whole building was buried in one snow-shroud.  This morning we lounged about the door, while our horses rested and postillions and carters pledged one another in cups of new Veltliner.

The road takes an awful and sudden dive downwards, quite irrespective of the carefully engineered post-track.  At this season the path is badly broken into ruts and chasms by the wine traffic.  In some places it was indubitably perilous:  a narrow ledge of mere ice skirting thinly clad hard-frozen banks of snow, which fell precipitately sideways for hundreds of sheer feet.  We did not slip over this parapet, though we were often within an inch of doing so.  Had our horse stumbled, it is not probable that I should have been writing this.

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