History of the WaldensesWylie, J. A. (James Aitken)
History
History of the Waldenses
Wylie, J. A. (James Aitken)
Church history -- Middle Ages, 600-1500; Waldenses
The capture of Bobbio--an easy task--put the soldiers in possession
of the entire Valley of Lucerna; its inhabitants had been chased to
the Alps, or their blood mingled with the waters of their own Pelice.
Other and remoter expeditions were now projected. Their plan was to
traverse the Col Julien, sweep down on the Valley of Prali, which lies
on the north of it, chastise its inhabitants, pass on to the Valleys
of San Martino and Perosa, and pursuing the circuit of the Valleys,
and clearing the ground as they went onward of its inveterate heresy,
at least of its heretics, join the main body of crusaders, who, they
expected, would by this time have finished their work in the Valley of
Angrogna, and all together celebrate their victory. They would then be
able to say that they had gone the round of the Waldensian territory,
and had at last effected the long-meditated work, so often attempted,
but hitherto in vain, of the utter extirpation of its heresy. But the
war was destined to have a very different termination.
The expedition across the Col Julien was immediately commenced. A corps
of 700 men was detached from the army in Lucerna for this service.[25]
The ascent of the mountain opens immediately on the north side of
Bobbio. We see the soldiers toiling upwards on the track, which is a
mere foot-path formed by the herdsmen. At every short distance they
pass the thick-planted châlets and hamlets sweetly embowered amid
mantling vines, or the branches of the apple and cherry tree, or the
goodlier chestnut; but the inhabitants have fled. They have now reached
a great height on the mountainside. Beneath is Bobbio, a speck of
brown. There is the Valley of Lucerna, a ribbon of green, with a thread
of silver woven into it, and lying along amid masses of mighty rocks.
There, across Lucerna, are the great mountains that enclose the Valley
of Rora, standing up in the silent sky; on the right are the spiky
crags that bristle along the Pass of Mirabouc, that leads to France,
and yonder in the east is a glimpse of the far-extending Plains of
Piedmont.
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