National Geographic : 1951 Sep
are pastured on the hills and brought home at milking time every night by their vigilant but weary dog. "The dog works hard," said one of the lads, "but it's not easy for him to keep an eye on them all. They like to lie down and rest on the way home. Today we lost four, but he'll find them. They all know their own stables and sometimes they find their own road back! " Bread upon butter spread is rare, Rare heels up and heads down, Grass growing toward the centre's rare, Rare under foot a crown. But of all rarest granite here Lying on chalk is seen, And by some blunder chalk below Where granite should have been. So runs an entry in the famous visitor's book of the famous Nave d'Oro Hotel in Predazzo, which has been in the same fam ily for more than a cen tury. Its tradition of hospitality remains un changed in spite of two world wars. Many other interesting 397 names have been inscribed in this old book. Predazzo occupies the wo site of an ancient crater, We and its igneous rocks are on of such unusual nature National Geographic Photographer Volkmar Wentzel "So That's the Kind of Costume They Wear in India!" Vhile posing in the local garb of "top hats" and all-black dresses, the men and child admire photographs made in Kashmir by staff photographer ntzel. The three were on the way to church near Brixen, or Bressanone, the Italian side of the Brenner Pass (page 384). that it has been a mecca for geologists from all over the world since that September day in 1822 when Alexander von Humboldt first inscribed his small neat signature in Signor Giacomelli's book. A tribute of more recent date reads: "We sit in the sun, guests of the Nave d'Oro, have the best room; and when we ask the dinner hour, the reply is, 'When the gentlemen desire it.' " This was exactly my own experience, with one important difference. The best room was having running water installed when I arrived. When the workmen departed that evening, I was the first of Signor Giacomelli's patrons to turn on the hot tap. It seems unkind to add that no hot water came! Predazzo is a charming town for others besides geologists. Though it is the terminus of a modern electric railway, its frescoed buildings take one back to the Middle Ages. A swallow in mosaic flies across its spacious market place, for the poetic reason that the people of Predazzo had once to seek their bread from afar, like the swallow. Besides its goat flock, it possesses a valuable museum, a town band, and an annual vowed procession in honor of the Madonna, who once saved the town from plague. Italian Alpine troops saved it again from destruction by Austrian guns in 1916, when they wrested the heights above the town from Austrian troops t and occupied their bitter ridges. Love-and English-Conquer All It had its share of thrills also in World War II, when for a time SS troops occupied it and hunted for escaping Allied soldiers.