It is a long, steep climb up to the Bath House at Fideris,
after leaving the road leading up through the long valley of
Prättigau. The horses pant so hard on their way up the
mountain that you prefer to dismount and clamber up on foot
to the green summit.


After a long ascent, you come first to the village of
Fideris, which lies on the pleasant green height, and from
there you go on farther into the mountains, until the lonely
buildings connected with the Baths appear, surrounded on all
sides by rocky mountains. The only trees that grow up there
are firs, covering the peaks and rocks, and it would all look
very gloomy if the delicate mountain flowers with their
brilliant coloring were not peeping forth everywhere through
the low pasture grass.


One clear summer evening two ladies stepped out of the Bath
House and went along the narrow footpath, which begins to
mount not far from the house and soon becomes very steep as