¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 necessary to dig a trench around the roots to put in old rags soaked with the necessary compound. To brace up the limbs, and to gather the innumerable little berries from the grass is no easy matter.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 Upon a high rock overlooking the river we reach the extensive monastery of St André, now unoccupied- Beside it towers the mountain still higher, down from which pours a ceaseless little torrent. A portion of it is conducted into the top of a small buildingwhere, from the intentional drippings, down a kind of stairway, is carried on a business called the “Petrifactions of St André”- The water contains a substance similar to that in the stalactite caves where the constant percolation eventually forms pendants- Here, they place upon the stairs, moulds of various sizes and let the water drip into them which in the course of an hundred days fills up making a pretty medallion, faithfull [sic] copy. The proprietor opend a fresh mould clipped off the edge crusts, filed smooth, and easily took out the medallion.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 In the little store near by are hundreds of medallions from the size of ones nail up to a foot in diameter. We bought a few- sometimes the water comes so charged with iron that it is useless, a little iron is necessary for hardening and coloring a slight yellow tinge, without iron it is white, brittle, and does not give the details as finely-
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 A quarter of a mile beyond is a stalactite grotto, a cave two or three hundred yards long which our children entered while we awaited them in the carriage. A little boy volunteered to show them through. while within, he hurried out and put up a sign “Admittance 50 centimes each” which he claimed upon returning. This little pice of financiering did’nt [sic] completely succeed notwithstanding his threats to “call the