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This was a pious pilgrimage.
Ages ago there used to come to our house a visitor, a friend of my father's, a Benedictine monk of the name of Bruhin. Of him I have, or till yesterday thought to have, dim, childish memories. He lived in the neighboring convent of St. Gerold -- offshoot of the famous Einsiedeln -- and was a naturalist, a _rara avis_ hereabouts. I still possess seven of his papers, mostly on the fauna and flora of this particular province: thoroughly good work. He was a loving and accurate student both of animals and plants, and of their literature. St. Gerold is the second of various hamlets and villages in the long verdant Walserthal on our east, up which now runs a convenient carriage road ending (the road; not the valley) at the distant Buchboden, five hours' march away. We went there, because I was anxious to learn, if possible, a few details of Bruhin's life and to see whether their library contained any other works by him.