(one might expect on a mountain journey).and the seeming brutal wars fought in the 1700's between the Protestants and the Catholics.I mean with names and dates and tactics and on and on and on.(yawn.my goodness, I'm sorry!!). Once the 2 of them find their groove, we go on an on about the scenery.(many chestnut trees in this part of France, apparently).the steepness of the trails.
Not totally sure what the purpose of his journey is, other than to contemplate and commune with nature.under the stars.and in dirty inadequate inns.(yawn - excuse me!). He has apparently no experience with an animal of this ilk and struggles to get his gear in order and the animal to abide. This is likely an autobiographical smaller work about Stevenson walking thru the mountains of France as an Englishman with a recently purchased donkey he named Modestine.
A bit of a yawner here.started out almost OK and got progressively worse in my book.
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