1912 - Viaggio in Piemonte e Valle d'Aosta

Year: 2009 Pages: 414 The song of the manére was confused with that of the birds and the barking of the roe deer. The spring winds, cheerful and weak like the bronzes of the branches, began to blow in the mountain pipes. The latest avalanches, sliding from the peaks onto the clean ridges, no longer made any noise but snorted like a tired old man when he sits down. Their blowing came down into the woods to spread powder on the heads of the woodcutters, who, looking at each other, said: "These and the last ones, the mountains are being cleared, it's spring now".