The diary of a Russian lady : $b reminiscences of Barbara Doukhovskoy (née princesse Galitzine)Dukhovskaia, Varvara
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The diary of a Russian lady : $b reminiscences of Barbara Doukhovskoy (née princesse Galitzine)
Dukhovskaia, Varvara
Russia -- Social life and customs; Voyages and travels
The next morning we started from Lucerne to make the ascent of the
Rigi-Kulm. We went down the lake on a steamboat and got ashore at Viznau.
I was eyeing the ascent above me with great awe. It was not an easy
affair. We had to climb a road leading skyward, like an interminable
staircase, by the funicular railway. It was incredible that the
locomotive, standing on his hind legs so to speak, should creep up the
mountain; I thought no one but a goat could surmount it. The funicular
contains two cars, roofed but open from the sides, the seats are tilted
back, which enables the passengers to sit level while going up the steep
incline. Whether going up or down, the engine is always at the lower end
of the train. The passengers sit backwards going up, and face forward
going down. Our engine began to climb laboriously the steep mountain
which is 6,000 feet high, grappling slowly step by step to the toothed
rails, having on each side gigantic precipices clothed with pines. Loud
cataracts roared below unseen. The road lay between high granite walls.
Through a gap in the rocks unfathomable depths disclosed themselves
below us, chilling my blood and making me dizzy. I gripped Sergy’s arm
pinching him very hard, but Sergy, whose nerves were stronger than mine
and who didn’t see any danger at all, said laughingly to me that it was
quite unnecessary to give him the blues, but I only grabbed his arm the
tighter. The view grew fairer and fairer as we mounted. From here one
could see the four lakes in the shape of a cross, on which the water
appeared a smooth sapphire floor sparkling with sails no bigger than
pin-heads, and the far stretching large and fertile valley. Now we began
to climb up a narrow bridge thrown over a precipice at the bottom of
which a rapid torrent rolled. I will not pretend I was not frightened,
I was very. Footpaths are traced for pedestrians here and there. We
saw a tourist resting against a huge stone in the crevice of a rock.
We crawled higher and higher till we met the clouds that rested on the
mountain sides. We are in the clouds now. The sun is shining above us and
underneath the whole space is covered with thick clouds forming a milky
ocean, and screening our way completely.
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