We arose early. Emily, Maja, and Alfred Ritter and I took a train for Winterthur, where we arrived at 9 o’clock and changed cars for Chur. We passed through St. Gallen, one of the highest (2195’) of the larger towns of Europe. At Rorschbach, we came to our old friend, the Bodensee, and we skirted…

When we arrived last night, we had to climb a hill to our hotel, and on the way we passed an immense white building, which we found upon inquiry to be the Grand Hotel with room for 500 guests. It is beautifully situated on the hillside above the lake. Saint Moritz is only a village,…

At 2:30 this morning, I woke and went to the window. The sky was clear, and the full moon shed her soft light over the snow covered mountains. In the valley below us, a white mist like a cloud lay over the lake. It was a beautiful sight, and I could not help it, I…