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PASSING SKETCHES.
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CHAPTER III.
PASSING SKETCHES.
At half-past six we breakfast, and then, as early as we can,
set off to our work. It is a pleasant walk along the quaint
old streets, now passing beneath the Falcon Tower, a heavy
round mass of stone, which tells well from different points
against the deep blue sky. ALL is bright and joyous :
peasant-women, young and old, in their strange costumes,
some with heavy round caps of black fur, some with black
or gay-coloured handkerchiefs bound tightly across their
brows, others with their little gold or silver Riegel Hdube
(Munich caps) sparkling in the sun, others in Tyrolean hats,
all are hurrying along with baskets to the market. Sen-
tinels are standing on duty at almost every turn, their
bayonets glittering in the sunshine. We see as we go along
numbers of beautiful groups and effects.
The other morning, walking along our favourite path,
one of the branches of the Isar, at a turn in the road just
where the stream was crossed by a little wooden bridge,
we came upon a peasant-woman with a sort of reaping-
hook in her hand. Behind her was a background of
foliage, a magnificent tangle of vines •, she had a sun-burnt,
handsome, strong face, brawny brown arms, loose white
chemise sleeves, a black handkerchief on her head, whilst
over her breast was crossed an orange handkerchief, on
which the sunlight fell dazzlingly in its brilliancy. Such
colouring I never saw before; and beyond, above the vines,
37
CHAPTER III.
PASSING SKETCHES.
At half-past six we breakfast, and then, as early as we can,
set off to our work. It is a pleasant walk along the quaint
old streets, now passing beneath the Falcon Tower, a heavy
round mass of stone, which tells well from different points
against the deep blue sky. ALL is bright and joyous :
peasant-women, young and old, in their strange costumes,
some with heavy round caps of black fur, some with black
or gay-coloured handkerchiefs bound tightly across their
brows, others with their little gold or silver Riegel Hdube
(Munich caps) sparkling in the sun, others in Tyrolean hats,
all are hurrying along with baskets to the market. Sen-
tinels are standing on duty at almost every turn, their
bayonets glittering in the sunshine. We see as we go along
numbers of beautiful groups and effects.
The other morning, walking along our favourite path,
one of the branches of the Isar, at a turn in the road just
where the stream was crossed by a little wooden bridge,
we came upon a peasant-woman with a sort of reaping-
hook in her hand. Behind her was a background of
foliage, a magnificent tangle of vines •, she had a sun-burnt,
handsome, strong face, brawny brown arms, loose white
chemise sleeves, a black handkerchief on her head, whilst
over her breast was crossed an orange handkerchief, on
which the sunlight fell dazzlingly in its brilliancy. Such
colouring I never saw before; and beyond, above the vines,