I am sailing on the lake of Brienz on a day golden with sunbeams.
There has been a 238 landslip at the Lake of Brienz, and everything is in an uproar.
In the evening we were rowed across the Lake of Brienz to the Giessbach, the regular sight of the locality.
Between Thun and Brienz lies the little village fitly called from its position Interlachen (between the lakes).
The inhabitants of Eblingen, a village on the borders of the Lake of Brienz, hunt him vigorously.
He was one inch high, and carved out of wood by the busy people of Brienz, in the long cold winter season.