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a beautiful foreground to the mountains towering above, the traveller soon enters a glorious wood, into which the sun itself cannot penetrate. Through this, however, is a beautiful path which he follows, till emerging from the wood he comes into a park-like avenue, with trees and shrubs on either side. Turning a corner he finds himself suddenly in the presence of the first lake. It is not very large, perhaps nearly a mile long and about as broad-but it is very beautiful. its right, the thickly-planted forest down to the water's edge, seemingly impenetrable-the trees covering the bank, which rises high above the surface; on the left, more open, yet still covered with trees, is a kind of wood, through which runs the pathway along the edge of the lake; on the other side, a grassy foreground, on which is erected a small shooting box, the property of the emperor; behind that a magnificent forest of lofty trees; behind that again, and indeed all around, the glorious mountains. It is a soft yet beautiful sight; the calm surface of the deep lake setting off the scenery around it, and intensifying by its own bright beauty the loveliness of the scene.

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The walk

That is the first lake. Crossing it in a little canoe, of which there are plenty belonging to the Krähmeyer, the traveller jumps on the grassy plot alluded to, passes by the Emperor's shooting-box, and enters the forest. this are remarkable for their stately loftiness. through them has a romantic wildness about it, in striking contrast with the pleasant brightness on the other side of the first lake. After walking for a good mile and a half, the sound of rushing water strikes upon the ear, and the traveller finds himself close to the little rivulet which drains