¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 At about eleven oclock we enter two easy carriage belonging to this Hotel, drawn by spirited hansome Horses, pass entirely through the city, across the Salzach bridge, up the valley nearly West, through the charming suberbs and garden country, populous, the mountains following us on either side, the river Salzach on our left, through a straggling town of Beer Breweries whose extensive cellars on our right run back into the mountain sides, until we reach the compact antique town of Hallein wedged in between the river, and mountains whose abrupt naked cliffs hung frowningly over the filthy place.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 We had expected only a moderate drive of three quarters of an hour, and the varying panorama of our rapid ride lasting one hour and three quarters, was too pleasant to be regretted.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 At Hallein we are informed that our carriage can go no farther. Two clumsy one seated buggies, each drawn by two Horses, are furnished, into which, all pile in, except Julia Henry myself and the drivers. Up, up, zigzag like our Swiss ascents, constantly unfolding new views of natures panorama, below us the village, beyond it the River, the wide populous valley terminated by the opposite mountain range rising vis-a-vis to our elevation.