The scene of William Tell's exploits are laid here, and we are shown on the shore of the lake, Tell's Capelle, said to mark the spot where the apple-shooting patriot leaped ashore and escaped from the tyrant Gessler.

I do not wonder at men, born and reared amid these mountains not submitting to the yoke of oppression.
In reading up on Lucerne, I came upon this, taken from "Romance and Teutonic Switzerland." "The Swiss nation was born on the banks of Lake Luzern, and craddled upon its waters.

First, the chattering waves told the news to the overhanging beaches; and they whispered it to the forests, to the lonely cedars on the uplands.

The blank precipices smiled, the Alpine roses blushed their brightest, the summer pastures glowed, the glaciers and avalanches roared approval; and, finally, the topmost peaks promised to lend their white mantles for the baptism." That's rather nicely put, don't you think?
About half way along Axenstrasse, we discovered that we were hungry, so we proposed to try one of the farm houses for something to eat.

Our guide, tried one that looked typical of what we wanted, and the rest of us waited by the road, for fully thirty minutes.
At last the elder returned, explaining that he had had no easy task.