have been false to its Superiours the Grisons under the colour of Religion: those of the Valtaline being all Catholicks, and their Soveraigns the Grisons Calvinists. In a little town of the Grisons (called Herberga) I was shewed a Cheese (and given to taste of it too) by mine hoste, the Mayor of the Town, a Calvinist in Religion, and a Venerable old man, who assured me seriously, that that Cheese was an hundred years old: a Venerable Cheese indeed.
Mount Berlin.Between these two Countryes of the Grisons and the Valtaline, stands the great Hill Berlino: over which I passed; and fell from thence upon Posciavo a little bourg, and so to our Ladyes of Tirano a neat Church with a fair Inn hard by it.
Le Splug.Others, to avoid the Snow of Berlino, are forced now and then (as I was once) to pass over the mountain Splug, which is hill enough for any Traveller.
Mount Aurigo.From our Ladyes of Tirano I went up a smart hill called MountAurigo
