In my Austrian diary I find this: "In the fields I often see a woman and a cow harnessed to the plow, and a man driving.
"In the public street of Marienbad to-day, I saw an old, bent, gray-headed woman, in harness with a dog, drawing a laden sled over bare dirt roads and bare pavements; and at his ease walked the driver, smoking his pipe, a hale fellow not thirty years old." Five or six years ago I bought an open boat, made a kind of a canvas wagon-roof over the stern of it to shelter me from sun and rain; hired a courier and a boatman, and made a twelve-day floating voyage down the Rhone from Lake Bourget to Marseilles.

In my diary of that trip I find this entry.

I was far down the Rhone then: "Passing St.Etienne, 2:15 P.M.

On a distant ridge inland, a tall openwork structure commandingly situated, with a statue of the Virgin standing on it.

A devout country.