Upon the summit of the wooded cliff toward which this driveway leads, is a speck which at a distance resembles a white flag outlined on the forest background. It is the Hotel Stalheim. As we approached it, a man stepped up to us and exclaimed: "Hullo, strangers; are you Americans?"
"I am glad to say that we are," was my reply.
He instantly stretched out his hand and said "Shake!"—"What kind of business are you in?" he presently inquired.
THE VIEW FROM STALHEIM.
THE KAISER AT STALHEIM.