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The Ober-Ammergau Passion Play; With Some Introductory Remarks on the Origin and Development of Miracle Plays

Author Malcolm MacColl
Publisher TheClassics.us
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ISBN / ASIN123024445X
ISBN-139781230244457
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 edition. Excerpt: ... THE OBER-AMMERGAU PASSION PLAY From an occasional Correspondent of the " Times.") Ober-ammergau, Whitsunday. pHROUGH the kindness of a friend I was fortunate enough to secure a room here before I left England. Still I thought it prudent to take time by the forelock, and my friend and myself accordingly got up at five o'clock yesterday morning, and after a hurried breakfast found ourselves in the train at Munich at half-past six. About half-past eight we arrived at the Starnbergsee, a pretty lake, fifteen miles long and three and a half broad. A steamer is in waiting here to convey to the other end of the lake such passengers as wish to vary their journey in that way. We were anxious, however, to reach our destination with as little delay as possible, and therefore went on by rail to Weilheim. The line skirts the west bank of the lake, so that we did not lose much of the views by declining the steamer. About halfpast nine we reached Weilheim, where we found an abundance of vehicles of every description waiting the arrival of the train. The distance from there to Ober-Ammergau is about twenty-seven miles, and we engaged a two-horse chaise to take us all the way for the moderate sum of seventeen shillings. For the first twenty miles of our drive we passed through an undulating country, prettily wooded and well cultivated, and reminding us occasionally of English park scenery. Before us stood the Bavarian highlands, with their fantastic peaks peering like spectres through the gradually dissolving mist, and their lowe.r parts draped in a blue transparent veil of tremulous haze. At Murnau, a handsome little market town, we stopped for an hour and a half to rest our horses and to dine. Then, after another hour's drive through the open count1y,...