BELLINZONA--AIROLO--ST. GOTHARD--ANDERMATT--THE OBERALP ALPE.
Thought is the slave of life, and life time’s fool. SHAKESPEARE.
At Bellinzona I wished to take a carriage and pair to Airolo, but
in this extortionate place I could not hear of one for less than 75
francs. Probably 50 would have been gladly taken; but I was not in
the humour for higgling, and so I went by diligence for 9 francs, 50
centimes, with the same for Ammer. As I got a place in the _coupé_,
the diligence was as comfortable as, perhaps more so than, a private
carriage would have been at night. I was saved, too, the possible
troubles of long unnecessary halts, and overcharged _bonne-main_. We
left Bellinzona at 10 P.M.
_August 11._--I knew nothing of what passed from that time, till I
was woke in the gray dawn, some way above Faido, just below the lower
bridge of Dazio Grande, by a shock, which shivered the glass before me.
This was caused by our diligence having come into collision with the
down one from Flüelen over the Pass. The two diligences had got locked
together; and it was some time before they could be disengaged, as the
wheelers were unable to back such lumbering machines. The collision
had been the doing of a young gray in our team, the off-horse of our
three leaders. Though the middle horse of the three was an old hand,
and--like the trained elephant, harnessed with the wild one, to teach
him how to be tame, and to do his work quietly--did all he could to
keep our unruly youngster straight, one of his jibs, just at the moment
of crossing, diverted the vehicle an inch or two from its course: hence
the mishap. He was punished quite enough for this escapade; for as
soon as the diligences were got clear of each other, we were put into
a gallop, and the offender was flogged all the way up the gorge: he
resenting the whip with kicking and jibbing, always to the near side;
and his tutor and trainer always steadily pushing him back. When we
had got above the ravine, on to the level ground, the flogging and
galloping was kept up pretty well all the way to Airolo. This I suppose
is the fashion in which refractory young blood is tamed for Alpine
roads. The diligence horses are strong bony animals, and are well kept;
but they must have a hard and dreary life of it. One sympathized with
the objections of young blood to begin such a life: but, then, the
choice is between it and, perhaps, something worse.
It was just 6 A.M. when we reached Airolo. Here we left the diligence,
and were glad to get once more upon our legs. By taking a highly
speculative way over the steep grassy hill above Airolo, which proved
a successful speculation, and by cutting off, as we had done in the
descent, all the zigzags of the Val Tremola, we reached the Hotel on
the summit of the Pass at 8. Here we breakfasted. At 9 we were again on
the road. At 11.30 we were again at Andermatt, in our former quarters
at the St. Gothard Hotel. Here I found a letter awaiting my return, in
which I was given to understand that my wife and step-son would arrive
from Pontresina to-morrow evening; that the following day would be
spent in rest, and in such selection and condensation of the baggage of
the trio, as the light marching order of an expeditionary party would
require, and which might make it, should that be possible, not too much
for a single porter; and that on the next, that is to say Thursday,
morning, tents would be struck, and the march commenced. This gave to
Andermatt an afternoon and two days. As I replaced the letter in its
envelope, I said to myself, ‘If I had known this when at Como, I should
not have left the Splugen for another day. Still it will stand over
very well; and there is abundance here, at nearly 5,000 feet above the
sea, to occupy one for twice two days and a half.’
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The morning had been bright and cheery; but in the afternoon a cold,
wet, leaden mist, sometimes worsening into a shower, rolled over
the mountains from the direction of the Devil’s Bridge, and settled
down doggedly on the broad deep depression of our valley of Urseren.
There was no breeze to sweep it away, even to give it the slightest
movement. On the side of the mountain to the south of the village, just
about the height of the little wood, which partially shelters it from
avalanches, that is to say a few hundred feet above our heads, patches
of dense cloud hung for hours together in the somewhat less dense
mist, without moving, without even any alteration of shape. The mist
was in the Hotel. It was everywhere. It penetrated to one’s bones. In
the reading-room men buttoned their coats, and lighted their cigars,
wishing that the stove, too, were lighted. Last week, when passing
through Andermatt, on my way to St. Gothard, I had sat for half an
hour in the shade of the Hotel, on the bench in front of it; and had
thought that nothing in the way of climate could be more freshening
and delightful than the shade, on an August day, at such an altitude,
with the flood of pure sunlight poured on every object around. But,
now, the difference was cruel to those whose bodies, as well as minds,
respond with too sensitive a readiness to the skyey influences of such
altitudes. A fine, bright day quickens them into unwonted life; they
feel as if they had been bathed in, and were breathing an exhalation
of, champagne. And even mortals whose fibres are of the ordinary
callousness, find it hard to be jolly, when for the exhalation of
champagne has been substituted a cold vapour bath.
When Andermatt is in the clouds, the only local resources are the
streams of carriages, and the arrival and departure of the diligences.
The rolling rattle of the carriages, the jingling of the horses’
bells, and the clatter of their feet on the granite pavement, are
incessant. The new monster Hotel, the Belle Vue, being a little to the
north of the new road from the Rhone valley to the Grisons, sees and
knows nothing of the up and down traffic on this line. The Old Hotel,
however, the St. Gothard, in the main street of the village, is in
the way both of this traffic, and of that which passes, to and fro,
over the St. Gothard Pass, wherewith, in such weather, to divert the
thoughts of its prisoners from themselves. It all passes in front of
the reading-room, within arm’s length of the window. This advantage
was not, this afternoon, thrown away; for some found, or endeavoured
to find, a grain of comfort in the remark that the occupants of the
carriages, at all events the gentleman who is generally seen seated on
the box, by the side of the driver, must be very wet and cold. One,
however, of the party, who appeared to have a scientific turn of mind,
refused to be comforted by a comparison which might soon be to our
disadvantage; and therefore remarked, unfeelingly, that such weather
was generally very local, and that the occupants of the carriage
would, probably, soon be in sunshine, in the Rhone valley. The majority
at once saw the advantage of adopting his view; as it would give an
additional justification for their discontent, and so aggravate their
discomfort.
The well of conversation appeared to have been pumped dry. Fortunately,
however, an opposite neighbour, some few paces lower down the road,
who had a little piece of grass a few square yards in extent, kept
geese. And these sagacious birds, having found that the road was no
longer dusty, had sallied out in quest of a puddle, in which they
might wade at least foot-deep. Their advent was hailed by those at the
window as an event worthy of notice. This opened a new fountain for
conversation; and it turned out to be one that for a time appeared
inexhaustible. The first observation made was the most obvious one,
that these Andermatt specimens were not much more than half the size
of our English geese. The gentleman with scientific proclivities
immediately suggested the effects of a cold climate in stunting
animals, with a reference to Shetland ponies, as an illustrative
instance. He was met with the remark that the Arctic bear is larger
than the Westphalian. The last speaker for a moment appeared to have
received a check by the observation that they do not belong to the same
species. From this momentary check, however, he recovered by requesting
his interlocutor to define species. The interlocutor being unwilling
to lose his supposed advantage, retorted by the announcement that to
ask for a definition of what all the world had always understood very
well, implied belief in Darwinism, which was the demonstration of the
absurdity that there was no difference between a man and a monkey.
This, having been delivered with a show of denunciatory earnestness,
was followed, as might have been expected, by a pause. But in the
now ascertained dearth of subjects for conversation, one in which
many were looking forward to taking a part, was not to be put aside
in this way; and so there now commenced a recital, by several of
the party in turn, of what each had observed, or heard, or read of
geese. One prefaced what he was about to narrate by announcing that
it was extremely curious. This was injudicious, for it excited more
expectation than what he had to tell could satisfy. He thought it a
proof of the justice of common opinion in regarding the goose as a
stolid bird, that it always, as it crosses the sill of a barn door,
cranes out its neck, and lowers its head, for fear of striking the
lintel, generally some 10 or 12 feet above. There was nothing curious
in this but the speaker’s mistake; for the goose cranes out its neck,
and lowers its head, because it very sagaciously supposes that it is
not improbable that the barn, it is entering, may contain some enemy;
and this is its attitude of cautious observation, and of defiance. A
second, who appeared to have had some experience of the fallibility of
testimony, or of the incredulity of mankind, acknowledged that what
he was about to narrate had in it something marvellous. It was a story
of a goose having contracted so devoted a friendship for a horse, that
fed in the same paddock as itself, that it was never easy except in the
society of the horse. There was, however, nothing very marvellous in
a highly gregarious animal attaching itself to the only other animal
with which it could associate, notwithstanding that that other animal
belonged to a different natural order. Talking of geese reminded a
third--it must have been on the principle of the game of dominoes--that
he had once bought his Michaelmas goose at a poulterer’s, four of whose
children, he afterwards heard, were laid up at the time with small pox.
This was evidence that the subject of geese was worn out. And, as no
successor for it could be found, the party dispersed; some to their
rooms to attend to any small matters they were so fortunate as to think
required attention, and some to the post office, to see the arrival and
departure of the afternoon diligences.
The number of diligences, that pass through Andermatt, surprises one,
who does not consider that they not only carry the letters between
northern Germany and Italy, and between southern Germany and France,
but also a large proportion of those who travel in Switzerland, and
no small amount of goods; for both the latter fall within the purview
of the Swiss Post Office. You may twice a day, at the hours in the
forenoon and afternoon when the diligences are timed to meet here, from
north, south, east, and west, see as many as half-a-dozen together
in front of the post office; which, by the way, is kept by a woman,
and, in her absence, by a boy. As to the diligences, the driver is
the servant of the conductor, who is the responsible official, and
wears a kind of uniform. The conductors are, generally, very civil and
obliging. They are well paid by ascending salaries, which at last reach
3,000 francs, besides the _bonne-main_ they get from travellers.
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At dinner I was placed next to a party of five young men. At a glance I
inferred that they were Americans. I was sure, however, that they were
not Yankees, for they had neither the features, nor the bearing of the
men of the hub of the world, nor of anywhere in that neighbourhood.
Judging in the same way I concluded that they were not western men.
I was not, therefore, surprised--it was only what I had expected to
hear--when they told me that they were from Baltimore; the city of the
United States in which I had found the American most like the European
in manner, and tone of thought. They were of varying ages between the
limits of twenty and thirty; and had formed a party, as they informed
me, to complete their professional education--they were all aspirants
for the faculty--by visiting, and studying for two years in, and
acquainting themselves with the practice of, the chief medical schools
of Germany, France, and England. This reminded me of an observation I
had made while travelling in the United States, that, there, in some
matters, especially practical ones, larger and more complete views are
taken than with us: at all events, it would be well if a like desire
for study and culture were common among the medical students of the old
country.
_August 12._--On the following morning the fortunes of the
weather-battle were evidently inclining to the side of the Sun. It
had broken the ranks of the clouds, which yesterday were in complete
possession of the field. They were now retreating in scattered
detachments. As each trailed over the scene of their late victory,
it discharged a parting volley, in the form of a smart shower. The
Sun, having been forced back for a few minutes, then returned, and
re-occupied the ground. By the exercise of his evaporating powers, he
effaced, with marvellous rapidity, the traces of his enemy’s recent
work. A few moments after his rays struck the wooden roofs of the
village, steam was curling up from every part of them--as much as if
the interior of each house had been on fire, and the smoke was pouring
up through the joints of the shingles. This was repeated several times,
at lengthening intervals. At last the valley was completely cleared of
the enemy, of whom nothing remained in sight, with the exception of a
few small outposts high up on the mountain sides.
Ammer was now summoned, and we started for the inspection of the alpe
of Oberalp. A line or two will suffice for the statistical account of
this alpe, as it is given in the _Economie Alpestre de la Suisse_,
which was issued in 1868 by the _Bureau de Statistique du Département
fédéral de l’Intérieur_. The alpe of Oberalp is situated in the Commune
of Andermatt. It is the property of the Commune. Its acreage is not
ascertained. It was assessed formerly at 350 Kuh-essen (the extent of
pasture required for the keep of a cow), now at 290. At present there
are summered on the alpe 175 cows in milk, 140 young neat stock, 250
goats, and 40 pigs: in all equal to the keep of 328⅓ cows. It is 4,400
feet above the sea. (It must be 1,000 feet higher). It is grazed for 97
days, between June 24, and September 28. For each cow 3fr. 50 cents.
are paid. Each cow gives 144 livres of cheese (a Swiss livre is equal
to nearly 17 oz. English), worth 50 cents. a livre; and 64 pots of whey
worth 20 cents. each. The return for each cow is 85·20. The outgoings
for each 5fr. The net return for each 79fr. 20 cents. The total net
income from the alpe is 17,885fr. Of this 13,860fr. is from cows; 4,025
from other stock. This will give a general idea of the nature, uses,
and value of Swiss mountain pastures, which are not cut for hay (if
they are cut for hay they are prairies and not alpes) but depastured
during the late summer and early autumn; being for the rest of the
year either too cold and wet for stock, or actually buried beneath the
snow.
To reach this alpe you leave the village either by the old mule-path,
or by the new carriage-road, and are immediately on the skirts of the
mountain, which is here quite devoid of trees, and all in grass. You
do not ascend the zigzags, by which the road climbs the mountain, but
cut them all off by going over the grass, straight up the mountain
side. As long as you are cutting off the zigzags, and till you come out
on the straight road, you will be going up, and through, about a mile
and a half of prairie, where the grass is cut for hay. This is kept
clean, all noxious weeds being eradicated, and, as I saw, is pretty
well manured. Upon this you will see no stock in August. They will take
whatever parts of it are ever fed, in their way down from the upper
pastures. When you get to the road, it has become straight and level,
and remains so, with only a very gradual ascent, till it gets beyond
the Oberalpsee, that is to say, for something more than two miles
further. It then rises, and turns to the right. But if you go straight
up the mountain that is before you, facing you as you walk up to the
lake, you will come, on the summit, to the end of the Oberalp alpe, and
will be on the Tiarms Pass, by which you may leave Uri, and enter the
Grisons.
As soon as we had reached the road, we were upon the unmown alpe, and
among the stock. At its near, or lower, end were the pigs and calves.
The pigs are never very far from the _châlet_, in which the cheese is
made, for they get a good part of the whey. The _châlet_, of course, is
placed in as low and sheltered a spot as it can be conveniently. But,
wherever it is placed, you will see smoke issuing from its chimney,
for at these altitudes it is too cold to make cheese without some
artificial heat. We next came up with the goats. For, as they must be
brought twice a day to the _châlet_ to be milked, it is as well to have
them pretty handy. After the goats, in the broadest grassy bottom of
the alpe--for they are entitled to, and have, the best pasture--a herd
of cows--I counted somewhat over 100 of them--put in their appearance.
They were below the road, beside the stream which discharges the
Oberalpsee, and which was, just where they were, fringed with patches
of the rose of the Alps, then in flower. Last of all, on the flank of
the ascent to the Tiarms Pass, at the greatest distance of all from
the _châlet_, were the sheep; for they have not to be brought home to
be milked. As to the pasture itself we will put it at three miles in
length, and we will call the road its axis, though I do not know how
far it extends laterally, beyond the two ranges of mountains that bound
the view. The sward is generally clean and good. The road is on the
flank of the mountain on the left to one going from Andermatt. There
is a good breadth of grass above the road in most places, bounded by
a ridge of rocky summits. On the right there is the descent to the
stream in the valley, and the rise, beyond, of the opposite mountains.
The sward here, too, is good till it begins to get threadbare as it
approaches, and at last becomes quite out at elbows on, the summits.
While I was counting the cows, I saw Ammer among them, picking his way
across the stream from rock to rock. On his return he had in his hand
a bouquet--by no means a small one--of the rose of the Alps. This he
informed me was for Madame on her arrival.
Turfy mountain slopes, and cattle, are not much to go to see. You may
find at home, in Wales, or Scotland, just as good combinations of
these objects as at Andermatt; possibly even better, for the actually
subaerial mountains here are no great height above the elevated plateau
from which they spring. But, then, these turfy slopes, and these
cattle, belong to the peasants of Andermatt; and that to the thought,
whatever may be the case with respect to the eye, makes a world of
difference. The peasants of Andermatt are a very old community. They
are as little changed from what their fathers were many centuries ago,
as the mountains that stand round about Andermatt. While the outside
world, north, south, east, west, has been changing from century to
century, they, from century to century, have continued the same.
They have had neither a governing class, nor a destitute class. All
the while they have, themselves, managed their own affairs. Among
them there have been neither governors, nor governed; neither rich,
nor poor. These alpes, as far back as their history goes, have been
held in common; and by the line of ancestors of those who hold them
now. They have been held, generation after generation, down to the
generation whose cattle are now upon them, in precisely the same
fashion. Land, elsewhere, has ever been changing hands; been held by
different tenures; been turned to account in different ways; and given
rise to different political constitutions. Here it has never changed
hands. It has passed from the father’s to the son’s by an unbroken
lineal succession. It has all along been held by the same tenure; been
turned to account in the same way; and maintained the same political
constitution. This is what gives to the sight its interest.
And now a change is coming over their little world. The great world,
and its influences, are encroaching upon them. The causes, which have
brought about changes elsewhere, are beginning to bring about changes
among them. Some are getting rich, and some are getting poor. Some
are amassing capital; some are working for wages. Oberalp alpe is
already let, that is to say, its proprietors pay for sending their
cows on to their own property; and the rent is wanted to defray the
growing expenses of the old village, which has now become a modern
town. If they did not turn it to account in this way, they would
have to pay road-rates, and fountain-rates, and antiavalanche-rates.
Perhaps the day is not very distant, when this alpe will be sold to a
joint-stock company, who will supply with milk, butter, and cheese the
two railway towns that are now springing up at Göschenen and Airolo,
and the town in the high vale of Urseren, to which the pleasure-worn
and business-beaten inhabitants of the cities of the plains will come
to summer. And then the long communal history of the Oberalp will have
ended; and those who walk through it will no longer be able to read in
it the life of the past: for that will be found then only in books.
This enhances the interest, with which the beholder now contemplates
it. It is one of the last pictures, and a fading one, of a form of
human life that will soon have completely vanished for ever. But for
the present there it stands, exactly where it ought to stand. It has,
as it were, taken refuge; and been able down to our own times to
maintain itself, in this lofty, inaccessible, central nucleus of our
Continent. But the flood of change has at last come near to it, has
risen high upon its sides, is still rising rapidly, and must soon sweep
over it.