¬A¬ Midsummer Ramble in the Dolomites : [untrodden peaks and unfrequented valleys]
from the Santa Croce side, and, in the presence of a breathless crowd from all the neighbouring villages, himself rowed the pretty wife of the Fadalto postmaster across the lake, and landed her triumphantly upon the opposite shore. Your Tyrolean peasant, however, is not easily disabused of ancient errors, and the Lago Morto, I am told, notwithstanding that public rehabi- litation, enjoys its evil reputation to this day. At length, having thè Bosco del Consìglio always to the right, and thè Col
Vicentino with its scattered snow drifts towering to thè left, we gain thè summit of the ridge and see the lake of Santa Croce, looking won- derfully like thè lake of Albano, lying dose beneath our feet. Great mountains, all grey and purple crags above, ali green corn-fields and wooded slopes below, enclose it in a nest of verdure. The village and church of Santa Croce, perched on a little grassy bluff, almost overhang the water. Other villages and campaniles sparkle far off on shore and hillsidc
