Anon a large fair city spread out at the foot of the serene mountains.  Then you would come to an immense castle, so nigh the mountain that it seemed to grow out of it with its ivied walls and lofty towers pierced with quaintly paned windows.  Crowds of sightseers passin’ in and out its lofty arched entrance and walking through the grounds outside.

Another castle, handsomer yet, wuz the castle of Linderhof, which stands in stately magnificence at the foot of the mountain, but furder away from it.  Rows of clipped evergreens stand along its white terraces and masses of foliage on each side.  A white monument towered up to the sky in the centre of its beautiful lawn in front, and nigher by there wuz a big leapin’ fountain guarded on each side by statutes of female wimmen reclining at ease but seemin’ to have their eye on the hull beautiful seen and tendin’ to things, as wimmen have to.

Then anon you would come to a little village with pretty houses, mostly gables.  There wuz a mountain torrent with several bridges over it that foamed and dashed along through the quaint little place.  Pretty girls in their gay national costume accosted us from the verandas anon or oftener wantin’ to sell sooveneers.

Josiah noticed the price they asked and hurried me onwards.  They wuz real pretty girls so I didn’t mind so much goin’ on (married wimmen will understand my feelin’s.  We have to keep one eye out more or less).

There is a little chapel and below it cut from solid rock is a statute of Andreas Hofer, victorious soldier, lover of country, but like many another hero he had to suffer martyrdom for it.  But his grateful countrymen keeps his memory green.  I wuz glad to see it.

It wuz a pretty place:  the lofty mountain side with cow bells tinkling along the winding roads, the cool pretty villages below, chimes sounding from high towers, the peasants singing their national songs, the bands ringing out their stirring melodies.  And you could take a tram car and go through some of the loveliest seens in the Alps.  We stayed there some time.

I have hearn since that them mountains wuz holler and they keep beer and stimulants there, Id’no how true it is.  But I sez, “If it is so it is symbolical of where such stuff and its dealers will find themselves if they don’t repent, down in the dirt and the dark, keepin’ company with the Prince of Darkness.  But I didn’t see hide nor hair of any of ’em and don’t know as there wuz anything to see.”

I kinder wanted to go into the Irish Village, and said so; I remarked that you could buy Irish linen and lace there right on the spot.  But Josiah sez, thrustin’ his portmoney deeper in his pocket, “Id’no why we should go in there, we hain’t Irish.”

But I sez, “Miss Huff said it wuz dretful interestin’, Josiah, I’d kinder like to see it.”

But Josiah gin another deeper thrust to his portmoney and must have strained his pocket and sez in terser, hasher axents: