Kurzbeschreibung
This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1899. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER II. ANDORRA THE OLD. Greenest, grayest, and most golden of Pyrenean vales lay Andorra, well named the Old, in the light and shadow of a day in June. The town itself, dwarfed by Monte Anclar into a brown and time-stained insignificance, kept its watch of centuries over the meadows about and the winding Valira. The rains had loved the valley and fallen in blessing on rich fields of grain, that covered the lower slopes with yellowness and shaded higher up into lightening tints of green, and above the line of trees that succeeded, brooding in ashy silence over the works of man, rose the virgin mass of the mountains. The day was calm and its rich warmth Avas tempered by a breath of cooler air that sifted down from the heights; but for the gift of the sun it would have been cold. It was the time when in warmer Spain men sought repose after the midday meal, but here they worked on with an energy that would have made them rich if they had not chosen to be poor. The land was a land of streams. They gushed from the rocks; they sprang from fountains of melting snow far up on the slopes; they trickled in tiny rivulets through the lower meadows; they dashed and roared in sparkling ahallowness and eddying depth through narrow ways that themselves had been ages in cutting; but the Valira at last received them all and went hurrying away to join the Segre. Above the town the two branches of the river, watering valleys far apart and separated by impassable eminences, united. The jealous mountains receded on either side to* the total width of perhaps a mile, and thence the green valley stretched six miles to the southward, a great, clear-cut emerald pendant from the silver thread of the stream. At the lower elevations the walnut grew to gigantic dimensions and the gnarled ...