Now we have the wood behind us, we are many feet above the sea; thou canst perceive this by the freshness of the air.
Everywhere are green meadows; uninterruptedly reaches our ear the ringing of the cow-bells.

Thou as yet seest no town, and yet we are close upon Le Locle.

Suddenly the road turns; in the midst of the mountain-level we perceive a small valley, and in this lies the town, with its red roofs, its churches, and large gardens.

Close beneath the windows rises the mountain-side, with its grass and flowers; it looks as though the cattle must be precipitated upon the houses.

We go through the long street, past the church; the inhabitants are Protestants--it is a complete town of watchmakers.