CHAPTER XVIII

A SWISS INTERLUDE

AFTER the hot summer of 1911 I escaped from London in September and

made straight for Interlaken. Thence I was "wafted" by the electric

railway to the "Schynige Platte"--a wonderful hill-side, 4500 feet

above the "Bödeli," the flat meadowland in which Interlaken is placed.

At the Schynige Platte we are separated to the south from the Jungfrau

and the great Oberland range of mountains only by a deep rift in

which rushes the "Black Lütschine," coming down from Grindelwald to

join its "white" brother-torrent close beneath us at Zweilütschinen.

To reach the "Platte" we creep in our train up the northern side

of the mountain--one of whose peaks is known by the curious name

"Gummihorn"--for more than an hour without a glimpse of what is on

the other side. Then, when we are 6000 feet above sea-level, we enter

a short tunnel in the shoulder of the mountain, and all is dark.

When the train emerges every one in it gasps. You hear a cry from

every mouth--for the scene is astounding! Coming through that tunnel

we have stolen surreptitiously upon a band of gigantic snow-white

brethren--the Wetterhörner, the Schreckhörner, the Eiger, the Mönch,

the Jungfrau, the Mittaghorn, the Breithorn, and the Tschingelhorn.

There they are--lying close to us, unaware of our approach--naked and

unashamed, glistening in the sunlight, variously stretched in their

immense repose. One feels on seeing them thus free from every scrap of

cloud and clothing as though one had intruded upon a glorious company

of titanic beings innocently sunning themselves in perfect nudity. It

is with the sense that humble apologies for the intrusion are due to

them, and will be graciously accepted because we hold them in such

profound admiration and reverence, that we venture, little by little,

to let our eyes dwell on their wondrous beauty. There are moments, it

must be confessed, when we feel a qualm of modesty and are unwilling

to take advantage of our rare chance--moments when we should not be

surprised if one of the giants were to hurl a command at us--in terms

of thunder and avalanche--ordering us at once to retire to the other

side of the Gummihorn and leave them to their rightful privacy. There

is no great view of snow mountains at close range--not even that from

the Gornergrat--which is at once so fine and so easily accessible.

In the following year I went early in June in search of another Alpine

delight, the spring flowers--not those of the highest "downs" and

sheltering rocks 8000 or 9000 feet above sea-level, but those of the

higher meadows, where the pine forests are beginning to thin out, and

rich crops are cut before July by the skilful workers of the great

Swiss industry, that of cow-herding and the production of cheese. It is

difficult to define properly the term "Alpine" as applied to flowers.

It is now used by horticulturists very generally for those exquisite

small plants, the Saxifrages, Androsacæ, Gentians, etc., which grow

in the highest regions to which plant-life extends--regions which are

often covered by the winter's snow until June, and even late into that

month. Some of these plants (as, for instance, the Soldanellas--those

little lilac-coloured flowers like pendent foolscaps which are allied

to our primrose--and the crocus and the butterbur (Petasites)) actually

blossom beneath the snow and push their open flowers through it to the

sunlight. Others of these "higher Alpines" have a peculiar mode of

growth related to their special conditions of life. Their stems are

very short and their foliage closely set, so that they form compact

tufts or cushions, on which their short-stalked brilliant little

flowers are dotted. The fact is they have not time in the short summer

of these high regions to grow long stems. Their flowers are produced

on low-lying parts of the plant, which carry small and abundant green

leaves, but never send up long leaf-bearing stems. Not only do they

thus do quickly, and without needless upward growth, what they have

to do--namely, expose green leaves to the sunlight for nutrition and

their flowers to the fertilizing visits of insects so as to ripen their

reproductive seeds--but they benefit by keeping close to the warmth of

the ground, which is heated by the strong sunshine, and is three and a

half degrees higher in temperature than the cold moist air. In similar

positions in low-lying regions the difference between the temperature

of the air and that of the surface of the ground is not as much as one

degree.

The Alpine meadows do not occur above the height of 5000 to 6000 feet,

and are bordered by pine woods, in which are many beautiful plants

not to be found at all or not in such profusion in the lower valleys.

Both the meadows and woods of the Alpine heights graduate into those

of lower level, and it is difficult to draw the line and say these

flowers should be, and these should not be, called "Alpines." Many

rock-loving plants allied to those found at great heights flourish in

comparatively low-lying regions, where the necessary rocky character

exists. The flowers of the high Alpine meadows are not the rock-lovers,

the inhabitants of a surface formed by fragments of broken rock, to

which the name "Alpine" is often limited. The meadow plants grow on

good soil, and cover whole acres, in which there is but little grass.

The fields are coloured of almost uniform blue or white or purple or

yellow as the weeks go on, and various species one after another have

their turn of dominance and maturity.

I paid, first of all, a brief visit to Aix and the lakes of Bourget and

of Annecy, to the gorge of the River Fier, and to the finely-situated

monastery of the Grande Chartreuse--a huge building, devoid of beauty,

which it seems to be difficult to utilize now that the Carthusian

Brothers have been expelled. The richly-coloured Alpine centaury, deep

blue and purple red, was growing in the woods around it abundantly, and

many other handsome plants. Zoology was represented by most excellent

little trout provided for us at the village inn. Then I stayed a

couple of days at Geneva, where, in a pool in a richly-planted rock

garden--that of the well-known horticulturist M. Correvon--I came

across what I have long wished to see, namely, the blue variety of

the edible frog. Six years ago I wrote an account of the little blue

frog of Mentone, the rare variety of the green tree-frog, or rainette,

so abundant in that region (see "Science from an Easy Chair," p.

50: Methuen, 1910). The edible frog (Rana esculenta) is often very

beautifully coloured with blotches of dark brown and pale green, and a

pale yellow stripe down the back. It is easily distinguished from the

brown frog (Rana temporaria), which occurs with it. The latter is the

common frog of our islands, though we also find the edible frog in the

South of England. The blue variety of the edible frog has been seen

in various localities in Germany and along the valley of the Rhone.

It owes its colour, as does the blue tree-frog, to the suppression of

yellow pigment in its skin. The one I found was swimming in a small

clear pool with two other very finely-marked specimens of the more

usual colouring. A blue variety of our common brown frog has not been

observed, although it is occasionally very pale in colour and, on the

other hand, is sometimes of a bright orange-brown tint. Several species

of toads and frogs are found on the Continent which do not occur in

Great Britain.

Years ago (when France and Germany began the great war of 1869-70) I

travelled from Geneva to Chamonix by coach. It took the whole day. Now

I and my companion, avoiding the railway, were driven in a motor-car

past Bonneville, Cluses, and Sallanches (with its famous view of Mont

Blanc), and along the vale of Chamonix to its far end above Argentière

in less than three hours. Here we stayed a few days in the Hôtel du

Planet, at a height of 4500 feet, in order to enjoy the sight of the

meadows and woodland flowers. I may add that in this quiet hotel the

proprietor gave us simple, good food, well cooked, which is more than

I can say of the large hotels on the lakes and popular resorts, such

as Geneva, Montreux, Glion, and Interlaken, where I have carefully

inquired into the kitchen arrangements and food supplies. The latter

barrack-like edifices have of late years become intolerable owing to

the mechanical supply to them (by a group of monopolist financiers who

have acquired the contract) of the nastiest ice-stored fish, meat, and

vegetables. These are heated in their kitchens with bottled sauces in

patent ovens by underpaid scullery-helps, without the superintendence

of a qualified "cook." The result is a sham--pretentious and

inedible--which yields a fine profit to the hotel companies, and is

erroneously believed by the travelling crowds of to-day to be French

cookery! In reality it is a new device for bringing the "catering" in

all hotels in the great holiday centres under a monopolist control. The

scheme is similar to that to which the continental railway companies

have yielded in leasing to a well-known company the restaurant and

sleeping arrangements on their trains, with the result of causing much

misery to travellers and profit to themselves and to the monopolists.

Owing to differences in exposure and soil, the meadowland above

Argentière showed a fascinating variety of colour. Here was an acre

of the large-flowered purple geranium, interspersed with the big

Alpine yellow rattle (a greedy root-parasite); there (near some pine

trees) a mass of the yellow anemone (Anemone sulfurea); farther on a

whole meadow, blue with the abundance of large hairbells and viper's

bugloss. Close by, in the damper parts of the valley descending from

the Col des Montets, three or four acres of meadowland were white, so

thickly were they covered with tall plants of the distinguished-looking

white buttercup (Ranunculus aconitifolius). In some parts, among

these dignified Ranunculi, the plump yellow heads of the globe-flower

(Trollius), also a kind of buttercup, were abundant. Overshadowed

by these larger plants, or growing up between them, were orchids,

plantains, polygonums, and many others. The most beautiful plant in

these meadows was St. Bruno's lily, which we found in abundance on a

steep bank. It is named after the founder of the Carthusian order,

whose monastery (the Grande Chartreuse), first established when William

the Conqueror ruled England, I had visited a week before. St. Bruno's

lily has large, white, funnel-shaped flowers, an inch or more long,

three or four on a stalk. It is known to botanists by the pretty

name "Paradisia liliastrum." It is the lily of the Alps, pure and

unspotted, with a delicious perfume, and six golden stamens guarded by

its beautiful and large white corolla. In the woods we found some of

the larger orchids, and also whole banks covered with the waxy-looking

flowers, variegated in colour, white, yellow, and red, of the large

millwort, the Polygala chamæbuxus--a plant very unlike in appearance to

the little blue and white milkworts of England. It flowers in winter

as well as through the early summer. Another wonderfully waxy-looking

flower which we found is that of the shrub known as the Alpine Daphne.

There is something suggestive of exotic rarity and perfume about a

waxy-looking flower. Of the same character are the flowers of the

little shrubs of the genus Vaccinium known as the bilberry, the

wortleberry, the cow-berry, and the bear-berry, which occur on the open

scrubland. The rusty-leaved Rhododendron, with its crimson flowers, and

the little Azalea (like the Vaccinia--all members of the Heath family)

were abundant--as well as the true dark-red rose of the Alps, the

richly-scented Rosa alpina.

We left Argentière and the constant companionship of the great

glaciers of the vale of Chamonix, and descended by train through

the awe-inspiring valley of the Trient (up which we used to walk

many years ago, on our way to the higher regions) to Martigny, and

then drove for four hours up a rough mountain road to the hotel of

Pierre-à-voir--whence we descended a few days later in sledges, over

grass slopes and torrent beds, 4000 feet in an hour and a quarter, to

Saxon in the Rhone valley, a truly alarming experience. The "luge" or

sledge is supported in front by a strong mountaineer who prevents it

from "hurtling" down at breakneck speed, topsy-turvy. As the avoidance

of such a catastrophe depends on the strength and the sureness of foot

of this individual, travelling by "luges" is not to be recommended in

summer, however agreeable it may be when the mountain side is covered

with snow. In the woods near Pierre-à-voir we found another member

of the Heath family, looking like a lily rather than a heath, the

sweet-scented winter-green with its large single white flower (Pirola

uniflora), and on the rocks on open ground masses of the pink flowers

of the little rock soap-wort (Saponaria ocymoides). The curious tall,

big-leaved composite with only three purple florets to a head, the

Adenostyles albifrons, was here much in evidence. We were too early

for the flowers of the pretty little creeping plant allied to the

honeysuckle which the great Linnæus asked his friend Gronovius to name

after him, the Linnæa borealis, though we had been told that it grows

in this neighbourhood.

Then we spent five days at Glion and on the incomparable Lake of

Geneva, never wearied of gazing at the changing mysterious lights and

colours (sapphire, emerald, and silver) of its vast and restful expanse.

The question often is asked, "Why is it that the same species of flower

is brighter and stronger in colour when growing high up in the Alps

than when growing in the lowlands and in our own country?" The fact

is admitted; the blues of the blue-bells (Campanula), the bugloss,

the forget-me-nots, the crimsons and purples of the geraniums and the

pinks and the campions, and many others, are examples. Careful study

and consideration of the facts have enabled botanists to show, in many

instances, within recent years, that the peculiarities of form and also

of colour of the stems, leaves, and flowers of plants are not mere

unmeaning "accidents," but are definitely of advantage and of "survival

value" to the species. Thus we have seen that the tuft-like cushions

formed by high Alpine plants are explained. The purple and reddish

colour of stalks and leaves like that of the red variety of the common

beech has not always, as in that plant, the purpose of protecting the

chlorophyll from destruction by too vivid sunlight. In Alpine plants it

is often present on the underside of leaves and of the petals, and acts

to the plant's benefit, absorbing light and converting it into heat.

But it also seems in many cases to protect the juices of the plant from

the destructive action of white light.

It is held by some botanists that the bright colour of Alpine (and

Norwegian) samples of a flower elsewhere of a paler colour is due

to the direct action of the greater sunlight of the high regions in

causing the formation of pigment. This is inadmissible. The sunlight

cannot act in that way. It causes increased formation of nutriment by

acting on the chlorophyll, and an Alpine plant thus highly charged with

nutritive matters can afford to form more abundant pigment than a plant

which enjoys less brilliant sunshine. The high-coloured Alpine flowers

are a breed or race; a pale-coloured plant taken to the Alps from

below does not itself become high coloured. It is a matter of natural

selection. The occasional high-coloured "spontaneous" variations

produced from seed have an advantage in the short summer of the high

Alps. They attract the visits of the few insects in the short season

more surely than do the paler individuals, and consequently they are

fertilized and reproduce, whilst the race of the paler individuals dies

out from failure to attract the insects. Thus we get a high-coloured

race established in the mountains, a race that can make haste and seize

the brief opportunities of the short but brilliant summer. There are

many peculiarities of form and colour of plants the life conditions of

which are diverse (e.g., woodland, moorland, aquatic, seashore, dry

air, moist air, etc.), which can be shown by accurate observation to

be specially related to those life conditions. Those conditions allow

the peculiarities to survive and establish a race, in some cases a

species, whilst preventing the maturity or destroying the life of those

individuals not presenting that advantageous peculiarity of variation.

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