Although much snow was left on the crests and sides of the mountains, none was visible in the valley, and the great mass of green foliage was restful to the eye.
"The first inhabitant to greet us," said John.
A man driving a flock of sheep was coming toward them.

He was a sturdy fellow, with a red feather in his cap, which was cocked a bit saucily on one side of his head.

It was evident that he was a shepherd, whose sheep had been driven into the lowlands by the storm.

John, both from prudence and natural consideration, brought his machine down to a slow pace, and spoke pleasantly to the man, who was looking at them with much curiosity.
"We're from the family of the Prince of Auersperg," said John, "and we're making our way toward the coast.

The prince wishes a lady whom he esteems very highly to reach Trieste as soon as possible.