¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 From Lucarno we cross straight over to Magadino on the north eastern extremity of the lake where the steamer makes its longest halt awaiting the north Swiss mail and diligence.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 We have been travelling for the past eight or ten miles in Swiss territory, but ^no^ custom guard disputed our crossing the border, as there has been no demand for the trunk keys. If any demand, it was confined to questions to my courier.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 At Magadino we find our two carriages, for which we had telegraphed last evening to the Hotel proprieter at Lugano, and in less than ten minutes our trunks are strapped behind and the vehicles “en route: 10 1/2 AM. Up the valley of the Ticino (or Tessin as the river is sometimes called) which is low and flat, and averaging less than a mile in width, hemmed in on each side by the same dark range which borders Lake Maggiore
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 Instead of taking the ^road^ at once over the mountain we decided to continue on to Bellinzona 50 minutes ride beyond our turning point, and which closes the valley, the real commencement of the Great St Gotthard highway. The latter part of the ride approaching Bellinzona is charming. The valley is cut off by an abrupt mountain overtopped by a snow-