¬A¬ Midsummer Ramble in the Dolomites : [untrodden peaks and unfrequented valleys]
ofthem; and yet this is only one road out of many. At this moment they are tramping into Cortina from Auronzo, from Pieve di Cadore, and from all the villages of thè Ampezzo Thal. There will be fifteen hundred strangers, says our driver, in Cortina to ni ght. And now, quite suddenly, we come upon a better- dressed group than any we have yet met—two tali, gentlemanly-looking young men and a lady, followed by a countryman with their luggage on his back. The lady is young and pretty, with a rose
, smiling. The young men carne forward, smiling also. They were Madame Pezzé’s two sons, Lieutenant Cesare Pezzé, an ex- G aribaldi an officer, and young Agostino Pezzé, who, with his mother, keeps thè inn at Caprile. The damsel with the rose in her hair was Agostino’s wife. They had come over the pass on foot, and were bound, like everyone else, for thè Sagro at Cortina. Concluding, of course, that we were. on our way to