“(…) Three hours further we came to Weizen on horseback, and in the afternoon embarked upon another lake of the same name with the town, which at night brought us to Wallenstaff. From Wallenstaff we had very ill way (amongst hills covered with snow) to the town where we dined, called Regats; and in two hours from thence we passed the famous river of Reines, where it was not above half a yard deep nor eight yards over, within a mile of its first spring.
This river separates Switzerland from Roethia, or the country of the Grisons, which lies much among the Alps.
Roetia is a commonwealth of itself, governed much after the same manner as that of Switzerland, being with it joined in a perpetual league and friendship since the year 1489. The first canton is called Liga Grisa, or the Upper League; the second, Liga cas di Dio, or that of the House of God; the third, Liga delle Diex Communitate, or that of the Ten Communities; of which it consists.
In three hours after we had passed the Reine we arrived at Chur, the first town of this country, and indeed the only walled town of all the cantons, the rest being sufficiently fortified by nature amongst those craggy hills where they lie scattered. (…)
They hold that the first person that converted that country from paganism to christianity was one Lucius, an Englishman, in commemoration of whom there is a chapel, long since built on the side of the hill, where once a year they go in procession to pay their devotions.
From Chur we had ten hours to Borgon, where we rather chose to lie upon benches than in nasty beds. Here they began to speak a corrupt Italian mixed with Dutch. It stands at the foot of one of the highest Alps, called Albula. We were a great part of the next morning climbing of it; when we arrived at the top we happily found not much snow, and better weather, but the descent very dangerous and slippery, having lately thawed and frozen the night before, so that the passage was a continual ice, steep withal, and not a yard broad in some places. On the left hand of the way was the rise of the hill, on the right a steep descent, and so armed with the points of rocks, that some laden mules falling down not long before we passed, were broken in several pieces ere they came to the buttom. Here Mr. Berry, of our company, not willing to light as the rest did, fell down, horse and all; where he had certainly perished, had he not miraculously stopped upon a great stone ere he fell two yards, which saved them both from much harm. In seven hours we passed this hill, and about two in the afternoon came to Lepante, where we refreshed ourselves, and in three hours more came save to our lodging at Pontrazin, a very mean one, seated at the foot of the mountain Bellina. (…)”
(aus: The Memoirs and Travels of Sir John Reresby)