CHAPTER IX.

THE WENGERN ALP.

It was about twelve o'clock when Rollo and Mr. George, having finished

their dinner, came out into the yard of the inn for the purpose of

setting out for the ascent of the mountain.

"Well, Rollo," said Mr. George, "now for a a scramble."

Thus far the road which the young gentlemen had travelled since leaving

Interlachen had been quite level and smooth, its course having been

along the bottom of the valley, which was itself quite level, though

shut in on both sides by precipitous mountains. Now they were to leave

the valley and ascend one of these mountain sides by means of certain

zigzag paths which had been made with great labor upon them, to enable

the peasants to ascend and descend in going to and from their hamlets

and pasturages.

The paths, though very steep and very torturous, are smooth enough for

horses to go up, though the peasants themselves very seldom use horses.

A horse would eat as much grass, perhaps, as two cows. They prefer,

therefore, to have the cows, and do without the horse. And so every

thing which they wish to transport up and down the mountain they carry

on their backs.

There were various other guides in the yard of the inn besides Henry:

some were preparing apparently for the ascent of the mountain with other

parties; others were bringing up carriages for people who were going to

return to Interlachen. Henry, when he saw Mr. George and Rollo coming

out, asked them if they were ready.

"Yes," said Mr. George. "Bring the horse. You shall ride first, Rollo."

Mr. George was to have but one horse for himself and Rollo, and they

were to ride it by turns. He thought that both he himself and Rollo

would be able to walk half way up the mountain, and, by having one horse

between them, each could ride half the way.

Besides, it is less fatiguing, when you have a long and steep ascent to

make, to walk some portion of the way rather than to be on horseback all

the time.

There was another consideration which influenced Mr. George. Every

additional horse which should be required for the excursion would cost

about two dollars a day, including the guide to take care of him; and,

as Mr. George expected to spend at least two days on the excursion, it

would cost four dollars more to take two horses than to take only one.

"And I think," said Mr. George to Rollo, after having made this

calculation, "we had better save that money, and have it to buy

beautiful colored engravings of Swiss scenery with when we get to

Geneva."

"I think so too," said Rollo.

So it was concluded to take but one horse with them, on the

understanding that each of the travellers was to walk half the way.

Rollo accordingly, when the horse was brought to the door, climbed up

upon his back with the guide's assistance, and, after adjusting his feet

to the stirrup, prepared to set out on the ascent. His heart was

bounding with excitement and delight.

When all was ready the party moved on, Rollo on the horse and Mr. George

and Henry walking along by his side. They proceeded a short distance

along the road, and then turned into a path which led towards the side

of the valley opposite to the Staubach. They soon reached the foot of

the slope, and then they began to ascend. The path grew more and more

steep as they proceeded, until at length it became very precipitous; and

in some places the horse was obliged to scramble up, as it were, as if

he were going up stairs. Rollo clung to his seat manfully in all these

places; and he would have been sometimes afraid were it not that, in

every case where there could be even any apparent danger, Henry would

come to his side and keep by him, ready to render assistance at a

moment's notice whenever any should be needed. In this way the party

moved slowly on up the face of the mountain, making many short turns and

windings among the rocks and going back and forth in zigzags on the

green declivities. Sometimes for a few minutes they would be lost in a

grove of firs, or pines; then they would come out upon some rounded

promontory of grass land or projecting peak of rocks; and a few minutes

afterwards they would move along smoothly for a time upon a level, with

a steep acclivity, rough with rocks and precipices on one side, and an

abrupt descent on the other down which a stone would have rolled a

thousand feet into the valley below.

Of course the view of the valley became more commanding and more

striking the higher they ascended. Rollo wished at every turn to stop

and look at it. He did stop sometimes, the guide saying that it was

necessary to do so in order to let the horse get his breath a little;

for the toil for such an animal of getting up so steep an ascent was

very severe. Rollo would have stopped oftener; but he did not like to be

left behind by his uncle George, who, being active and agile, mounted

very rapidly. Mr. George would often shorten his road very much by

climbing directly up the rocks from one turn of the road to the other;

while the horse, with Rollo on his back, was compelled to go round by

the zigzag.

At last, after they had been ascending for about half an hour, Mr.

George stopped, at a place where there was a smooth stone for a seat by

the side of the path, to wait for Rollo to come up; and, when Rollo

came, Mr. George took him off the horse to let him rest a little. The

view of the valley from this point was very grand and imposing. Rollo

could look down into it as you could look into the bed of a brook in the

country, standing upon the top of the bank on one side. The village, the

inn, the little cottages along the roadside, the river, the bridges, and

a thousand other objects, all of liliputian size, were to be seen below;

while on the farther side the streaming Staubach was in full view,

pouring over the brink of the precipice and falling in a dense mass of

spray on the rocks at the foot of them.

Rollo could understand now, too, where the fall of the Staubach came

from; for above the brink of the precipice, where the water came over,

there was now to be seen a vast expanse of mountain country, rising

steep, but not precipitously, far above the summit of the precipice, and

of course receding as it ascended, so as not to be seen from the valley

below. From the elevation, however, to which Rollo had now attained, the

whole of this vast region was in view. It was covered with forests,

pasturages, chalets, and scattered hamlets; and in the valleys, long,

silvery lines of water were to be seen glittering in the sun and

twisting and twining down in foaming cascades to the brink of the

precipice, where, plunging over, they formed the cataracts which had

been seen in the valley below. The Staubach was the largest of these

falls; and the stream which produced it could now be traced for many

miles as it came dancing along in its shining path down among the

ravines of the mountains.

"I see now what makes the fall of the Staubach," said Rollo.

"Yes," said Mr. George.

"I should like to be on the brink of the precipice where it falls over,"

said Rollo, "and look down."

"Yes," said Mr. George; "so should I. I don't think that we could get

near enough actually to look down, but we could get near enough to see

the water where it begins to take the plunge."

After resting a suitable time at this place and greatly admiring and

enjoying the view, our party set out again. Rollo proposed that his

uncle should ride now a little way and let him walk; but Mr. George

preferred that Rollo should mount again. There was still nearly another

hour's hard climbing to do and a long and pretty difficult walk of

several miles beyond it, and Mr. George was very desirous of saving

Rollo's strength. It might perhaps be supposed, from the blunt manner in

which Mr. George often threw the responsibility upon Rollo when he was

placed in difficult emergencies and left him to act for himself, that he

did not think or care much for his nephew's comfort or happiness. But

this was by no means the case. Mr. George was very fond of Rollo indeed.

If he had not been fond of him he would not have wished to have him for

his companion on his tour. He was very careful, too, never to expose

Rollo to any real hardship or suffering; and his apparently blunt

manner, in throwing responsibilities upon the boy, only amused him by

making it appear that his uncle George considered him almost a man.

Mr. George, knowing that the first part of the way from Lauterbrunnen to

the Wengern Alp was by far the most steep and difficult, had accordingly

arranged it in his own mind that Rollo should ride until this steep part

had been surmounted.

"You may mount again now, Rollo," said he. "I will walk a little longer

and take my turn in riding a little farther on."

So Rollo mounted; and there was now another hour of steep climbing. The

zigzags were sometimes sharp and short and at others long and winding;

but the way was always picturesque and the views became more and more

grand and imposing the higher the party ascended. At one time, when

Rollo had stopped a moment to let his horse breathe, he saw at a turn of

the path a few zigzags below him a little girl coming up, with a basket

on her back.

Rollo pointed to her and asked the guide, in French, who that girl was.

Henry said he did not know.

Henry, foolishly enough, supposed that Rollo meant to ask what the

girl's name was; and so he said that he did not know. But this was not

what Rollo meant at all. He had no particular desire in asking the

question to learn the child's name. What he wished to know was, what,

according to the customs of the country, would be the probable province

and function of such a sort of girl as that, coming alone up the

mountain in that way with a burden on her back. Henry, if he had

understood the real intent and meaning of the question, could easily

have answered it. The girl lived in a little hamlet of shepherds' huts

farther up the mountain, and had been down into the village to buy

something for her father and mother; and she was now coming home with

her purchases in the basket on her back. All this Henry knew very well;

but, when Rollo asked who the girl was, Henry thought he meant to ask

who she herself was individually; and so, as he did not know her

personally, he could not tell.

Travellers often get disappointed in this way in asking questions of the

natives of the country in which they are travelling. The people do not

understand the nature and bearing of the question, and they themselves

are not familiar enough with the language to explain what they do mean.

The guide stood for a minute or two looking intently at the girl as she

slowly ascended the path, especially when she passed the angles of the

zigzag, for there she turned sometimes in such a manner as to show her

face more plainly.

"No," said he, at length; "I do not know her. I never saw her before.

But I'll ask her who she is when she comes up."

"Uncle George!" said Rollo, calling out very loudly to his uncle, who

was at some distance above.

"Ay, ay," said Mr. George, responding.

Rollo attempted to look up to see where his uncle was standing; but in

doing this he had to throw his head back so far as to bring a fear

suddenly over him of falling from his horse. So he desisted, and

continued his conversation without attempting to look.

"Here is a girl coming up the mountain with a basket on her back. Come

down and see her."

"Come up here," said Mr. George, "and we will wait till she comes."

So Rollo chirruped to his horse and started along again. In a few

minutes he reached the place where his uncle George was standing, and

there they all waited till the little girl came up.

"Good morning," said the girl, as soon as she came near enough to be

heard. She spoke the words in the German language and with a very

pleasant smile upon her face.

The peasants in Switzerland, when they meet strangers in ascending or

descending the mountains, always accost them pleasantly and wish them

good morning or good evening. In most other countries, strangers meeting

each other on the road pass in silence. Perhaps it is the loneliness and

solitude of the country and the sense of danger and awe that the

stupendous mountains inspire that incline people to be more pleased when

they meet each other in Switzerland, even if they are strangers, than in

the more cheerful and smiling regions of France and England.

The guide said something to the girl, but Rollo could not understand

what it was, for he spoke, and the answer was returned, in German.

"She says her name is Ninette," said Henry.

Rollo's attention was immediately attracted to the form of the basket

which Ninette wore and to the manner in which it was fastened to her

back. The basket was comparatively small at the bottom, being about as

wide as the waist of the girl; but it grew larger towards the top, where

it opened as wide as the girl's shoulders--being shaped in this respect

in conformity with the shape of the back on which it was to be borne.

[Illustration: THE MOUNTAIN GIRL.]

The side of the basket, too, which lay against the back was flat, so as

to fit to it exactly. The outer side was rounded. It was open at the

top.

The basket was secured to its place upon the child's back and shoulders

by means of two flat strips of wood, which were fastened at the upper

ends of them to the back of the basket near the top, and which came

round over the shoulders in front, and then, passing under the arms,

were fastened at the lower ends to the basket near the bottom. The

basket was thus supported in its place and carried by means of the

pressure of these straps upon the shoulders.

"Uncle George," said Rollo, "I should like to have such a basket as that

and such a pair of straps to carry it by."

"What would you do with it," asked Mr. George, "if you had it?"

"Why, it would be very convenient," said Rollo, "in America, when I went

a-raspberrying. You see, if I had such a basket as that, I could bring

my berries home on my back, and so have my hands free."

"Yes," said Mr. George, "that would be convenient."

"Besides," said Rollo, "it would be a curiosity."

"That's true," replied Mr. George; "but it would be very difficult to

carry so bulky a thing home."

After some further conversation it was concluded not to buy the basket,

but to ask the girl if she would be willing to sell the straps, or bows,

that it was fastened with. These straps were really quite curious. They

were made of some very hard and smooth-grained wood, and were nicely

carved and bent so as to fit to the girl's shoulders quite precisely.

Accordingly Mr. George, speaking in French, requested Henry to ask the

girl whether she would be willing to sell the straps. Henry immediately

addressed the girl in the German language, and after talking with her a

few minutes he turned again to Mr. George and Rollo and said that the

girl would rather not sell them herself, as they belonged to her father,

who lived about half a mile farther up the mountain. But she was sure

her father would sell them if they would stop at his cottage as they

went by. He would either sell them that pair, she said, or a new pair;

for he made such things himself, and he had two or three new pairs in

his cottage.

"Very well," said Mr. George; "let us go on.

"Which would you rather have," said Mr. George to Rollo, as they resumed

their march, "this pair, or some new ones?"

"I would rather have this pair," said Rollo.

"They are somewhat soiled and worn," said Mr. George.

"Yes," said Rollo; "but they are good and strong; and as soon as I get

home I shall rub them all off clean with sand paper and then have them

varnished, so as to make them look very bright and nice; and then I

shall keep them for a curiosity. I would rather have this pair, for then

I can tell people that I bought them actually off the shoulders of a

little girl who was carrying a burden with them up the Alps."

In due time the party reached the little hamlet where Ninette lived. The

hamlet consisted of a scattered group of cabins and cow houses on a

shelving green more than a thousand feet above the valley. The girl led

the party to the door of her father's hut; and there, through the medium

of Henry as interpreter, they purchased the two bows for a very small

sum of money. They also bought a drink of excellent milk for the whole

party of Ninette's mother and then resumed their journey.

As they went on they obtained from time to time very grand and extended

views of the surrounding mountains. Whether they turned their eyes above

or below them, the prospect was equally wonderful. In the latter case

they looked down on distant villages; some clinging to the hillsides,

others nestling in the valleys, and others still perched, like the one

where Ninette lived, on shelving slopes of green pasture land, which

terminated at a short distance from the dwellings on the brink of the

most frightful precipices. Above were towering forests and verdant

slopes of land, dotted with chalets or broken here and there by the gray

rocks which appeared among them. Higher still were lofty crags, with

little sunny nooks among them--the dizzy pasturages of the chamois; and

above these immense fields of ice and snow, which pierced the sky with

the glittering peaks and summits in which they terminated. Mr. George

and Rollo paused frequently, as they continued their journey, to gaze

around them upon these stupendous scenes.

At length, when the steepest part of the ascent had been accomplished,

Mr. George said that he was tired of climbing, and proposed that Rollo

should dismount and take his turn in walking.

"If you were a lady," said Mr. George, "I would let you ride all the

way. But you are strong and capable, and as well able to walk as I

am--better, I suppose, in fact; so you may as well take your turn."

"Yes," said Rollo; "I should like it. I am tired of riding. I would

rather walk than not."

So Henry assisted Rollo to dismount, and then adjusted the stirrups to

Mr. George's use, and Mr. George mounted into the saddle.

"How glad I am to come to the end of my walking," said Mr. George, "and

to get upon a horse!"

"How glad I am to come to the end of my riding," said Rollo, "and to get

upon my feet!"

Thus both of the travellers seemed pleased with the change. The road now

became far more easy to be travelled than before. The steepest part of

the ascent had been surmounted, and for the remainder of the distance

the path followed a meandering way over undulating land, which, though

not steep, was continually ascending. Here and there herds of cattle

were seen grazing; and there were scattered huts, and sometimes little

hamlets, where the peasants lived in the summer, to tend their cows and

make butter and cheese from their milk. In the fall of the year they

drive the cattle down again to the lower valleys; for these high

pasturages, though green and sunny in the summer and affording an

abundance of sweet and nutritious grass for the sheep and cows that feed

upon them, are buried deep in snows, and are abandoned to the mercy of

the most furious tempests and storms during all the winter portion of

the year. Our travellers passed many scattered forests, some of which

were seen clinging to the mountain sides, at a vast elevation above

them. In others men were at work felling trees or cutting up the wood.

Rollo stopped at one of these places and procured a small billet of the

Alpine wood, as large as he could conveniently carry in his pocket,

intending to have something made from it when he should get home to

America. The woodman, at Henry's request, cut out this billet of wood

for Rollo, making it of the size which Rollo indicated to him by a

gesture with his finger.

At one time the party met a company of peasant girls coming down from

the mountain. They came into the path by which our travellers were

ascending from a side path which seemed to lead up a secluded glen.

These girls came dancing gayly along with bouquets of flowers in their

hands and garlands in their hair. They looked bright and blooming, and

seemed very contented and happy.

They bowed very politely to Mr. George and to Rollo as they passed.

"_Guten abend_," said they.

These are the German words for "Good evening."[9]

"_Guten abend_," said both Mr. George and Rollo in reply.

The girls thus passed by and went on their way down the mountain.

"Where have they been?" asked Mr. George.

"They have been at work gathering up the small stones from the

pasturages, I suppose," said Henry. "Companies of girls go out for that

a great deal."

After getting upon the horse, Mr. George took care to keep _behind_

Rollo and the guide. He knew very well that if he were to go on in

advance Rollo would exert himself more than he otherwise would do, under

the influence of a sort of feeling that he ought to try to keep up.

While Rollo was on the horse himself, having the guide with him too, Mr.

George knew that there was no danger from this source, as any one who is

on horseback or in a carriage never has the feeling of being left behind

when a companion who is on foot by chance gets before him. Consequently,

while they were coming up the steep part of the mountain, Mr. George

went on as fast as he pleased, leaving Rollo and Henry to come on at

their leisure. But now his kind consideration for Rollo induced him to

keep carefully behind.

"Now, Rollo," said he, "you and Henry may go on just as fast or just as

slow as you please, without paying any regard to me. I shall follow

along at my leisure."

Thus Rollo, seeing that Mr. George was behind, went on very leisurely,

and enjoyed his walk and his talk with Henry very much.

"Did you ever study English, Henry?" said Rollo.

"No," said Henry; "but I wish I could speak English, very much."

"Why?" asked Rollo.

"Because there are so many English people coming here that I have to

guide up the mountains."

"Well," said Rollo, "you can begin now. I will teach you."

So he began to teach the guide to say "How do you do?" in English.

This conversation between Rollo and Henry was in French. Rollo had

studied French a great deal by the help of books when he was at home,

and he had taken so much pains to improve by practice since he had been

in France and Switzerland that he could now get along in a short and

simple conversation very well.

While our party had been coming up the mountain, the weather, though

perfectly clear and serene in the morning, had become somewhat overcast.

Misty clouds were to be seen here and there floating along the sides or

resting on the summits of the mountains. At length, while Rollo was in

the midst of the English lesson which he was giving to the guide, his

attention was arrested, just as they were emerging from the border of a

little thicket of stunted evergreens, by what seemed to be a prolonged

clap of thunder. It came apparently out of a mass of clouds and vapor

which Rollo saw moving majestically in the southern sky.

"Thunder!" exclaimed Rollo, looking alarmed. "There's thunder!"

"No," said Henry; "an avalanche."

The sound rolled and reverberated in the sky for a considerable time

like a prolonged peal of thunder. Rollo thought that Henry must be

mistaken in supposing it an avalanche.

At this moment Rollo, looking round, saw Mr. George coming up, on his

horse, at a turn of the path a little way behind them.

"Henry," said Mr. George, "there is a thunder shower coming up; we must

hasten on."

"No," said Henry; "that was an avalanche."

"An avalanche?" exclaimed Mr. George. "Why, the sound came out of the

middle of the sky."

"It was an avalanche," said the guide, "from the Jungfrau. See!" he

added, pointing up into the sky.

Mr. George and Rollo both looked in the direction where Henry pointed,

and there they saw a vast rocky precipice peering out through a break in

the clouds high up in the sky. An immense snow bank was reposing upon

its summit. The glittering whiteness of this snow contrasted strongly

with the sombre gray of the clouds through which, as through an opening

in a curtain, it was seen.

Presently another break in the clouds, and then another, occurred; at

each of which towering rocks or great perpendicular walls of glittering

ice and snow came into view.

"The Jungfrau," said the guide.

Mr. George and Rollo gazed at this spectacle for some minutes in

silence, when at length Rollo said,--

"Why, uncle George! the sky is all full of rocks and ice!"

"It is indeed!" said Mr. George.

It was rather fortunate than otherwise that the landscape was obscured

with clouds when Mr. George and Rollo first came into the vicinity of

the Jungfrau, as the astonishing spectacle of rocks and precipices and

immense accumulations of snow and ice, breaking out as it were through

the clouds all over the sky, was in some respects more impressive than

the full and unobstructed view of the whole mountain would have been.

"I wish the clouds would clear away," said Rollo.

"Yes," said Mr. George. "I should like to see the whole side of the

mountain very much."

Here another long and heavy peal, like thunder, began to be heard. Mr.

George stopped his horse to listen. Rollo and Henry stopped too. The

sound seemed to commence high up among the clouds. The echoes and

reverberations were reflected from the rocks and precipices all around

it; but the peal seemed slowly and gradually to descend towards the

horizon; and finally, after the lapse of two or three minutes, it

entirely ceased.

The travellers paused a moment after the sound ceased and continued to

listen. When they found that all was still they began to move on again.

"I wish I could have seen that avalanche," said Rollo.

"Yes," said Mr. George. "I hope the clouds will clear away by the time

we get to the inn."

It was just about sunset when the party reached the inn. Rollo was

beginning to get a little tired, though the excitement of the excursion

and the effect produced on his mind by the strange aspect of every thing

around him inspired him with so much animation and strength that he held

on in his walk very well indeed. It is true that a great portion of the

mountain scenery around him was concealed from view by the clouds; but

there was something in the appearance of the rocks, in the character of

the vegetation, and especially in the aspect and expression of the

patches of snow which were to be seen here and there in nooks and

corners near the path,--the remains of the vast accumulations of the

preceding winter which the sun had not yet dispelled,--that impressed

Rollo continually with a sentiment of wonder and awe, and led him to

feel that he had attained to a vast elevation, and that he was walking,

as he really was, among the clouds.

The inn, when the party first came in sight of it, appeared more like a

log cabin in America than like a well-known and much-frequented European

hotel. It stood on a very small plot of ground, which formed a sort of

projection on a steep mountain side, facing the Jungfrau. In front of

the hotel the land descended very rapidly for a considerable distance.

The descent terminated at last on the brink of an enormous ravine which

separated the base of the Wengern Alp from that of the Jungfrau. Behind

the house the land rose in a broad, green slope, dotted with Alpine

flowers and terminating in a smooth, rounded summit far above. The house

itself seemed small, and was rudely constructed. There was a sort of

piazza in front of it, with a bench and a table before it.

"That is where the people sit, I suppose," said Mr. George, "in pleasant

weather to see the Jungfrau."

"Yes," said Rollo.

"For the Jungfrau must be over there," said Mr. George, pointing among

the clouds in the southern sky.

All doubt about the position of the mountain was removed at the instant

that Mr. George had spoken these words, by another avalanche, which just

at that moment commenced its fall. They all stopped to listen. The sound

was greatly prolonged, sometimes roaring continuously for a time, like a

cataract, and then rumbling and crashing like a peal of thunder.

"What a pity that the clouds are in the way," said Rollo, "so that we

can't see! Do you think it will clear up before we go away?"

"Yes," said Mr. George. "I am very sure it will; for I am determined not

to go away till it does clear up."

There were one or two buildings attached to the inn which served

apparently as barns and sheds. The door of entrance was round in a

corner formed by the connection of one of these buildings with the

house. Henry led the horse up to this door, and Mr. George dismounted.

The guide led the horse away, and Rollo and Mr. George went into the

house. A young and very blooming Swiss girl received them in the hall

and opened a door for them which led to the public sitting room.

The sitting room was a large apartment, which extended along the whole

front of the house. The windows, of course, looked out towards the

Jungfrau. There was a long table in the middle of the room, and one or

two smaller ones in the back corners. At these tables two or three

parties were seated, eating their dinners. In one of the front corners

was a fireplace, with a small fire, made of pine wood, burning on the

hearth. A young lady was sitting near this fire, reading. Another was at

a small table near it, writing in her journal. Around the walls of the

room were a great many engravings and colored lithographs of Swiss

scenery; among them were several views of the Jungfrau. On the whole,

the room, though perfectly plain and even rude in all its furniture and

appointments, had a very comfortable and attractive appearance.

"What a snug and pleasant-looking place!" said Rollo, whispering to Mr.

George as they went in.

"Yes," said Mr. George. "It is just exactly such a place as I wished to

find."

Mr. George and Rollo were both of them tired and hungry. They first

called for rooms. The maid took them up stairs and gave them two small

rooms next each other. The rooms were, in fact, _very_ small. The

furniture in them, too was of the plainest description; but every thing

was neat and comfortable, and the aspect of the interior of them was, on

the whole, quite attractive.

In about fifteen minutes Rollo knocked at Mr. George's door and asked if

he was ready to go down.

"Not quite," said Mr. George; "but I wish that you would go down and

order dinner."

So Rollo went down again into the public room and asked the maid if she

could get them some dinner.

"Yes," said the maid. "What would you like to have?"

Rollo was considerate enough to know that there could be very little to

eat in the house except what had been brought up in a very toilsome and

difficult manner, from the valleys below, by the zigzag paths which he

and his uncle had been climbing. So he said in reply,--

"Whatever you please. It is not important to us."

The maid then told him what they had in the house; and Rollo, selecting

from these things, ordered what he thought would make an excellent

dinner. The dinner, in fact, when it came to the table, proved to be a

very excellent one indeed. It consisted of broiled chicken, some most

excellent fried potatoes, eggs, fresh and very nice bread, and some

honey. For drink, they had at first water; and at the end of the meal

some French coffee, which, being diluted with boiled milk that was very

rich and sweet, was truly delicious.

"I have not had so good a dinner," said Mr. George, "since I have been

in Europe."

"No," said Rollo; "nor I."

"It is owing in part, I suppose, to the appetite we have got in climbing

up the mountain," said Mr. George.

Just as the young gentlemen had finished their dinner and were about to

rise from the table, their attention was attracted by an exclamation of

delight which came from one of the young ladies who were sitting at the

fireplace when Mr. George and Rollo came in.

"O Emma," said she, "come here!"

Mr. George and Rollo looked up, and they saw that the young lady whose

voice they had heard was standing at the window. Emma rose from her seat

and went to the window in answer to the call. Mr. George and Rollo

looked out, too, at another window. They saw a spectacle which filled

them with astonishment.

"It is clearing away," said Rollo. "Let us go out in front of the house

and look."

"Yes," said Mr. George; "we will."

So they both left their seats, and, putting on their caps, they went

out. As soon as they reached the platform where the bench and the table

were standing they gazed on the scene which was presented to their view

with wonder and delight.

It was, indeed, clearing away. The clouds were "lifting" from the

mountains; and the sun, which had been for some hours obscured, was

breaking forth in the west and illuminating the whole landscape with his

setting beams. Opposite to where Mr. George and Rollo stood, across the

valley, they could see the whole mighty mass of the Jungfrau coming into

view beneath the edge of the cloudy curtain which was slowly rising.

The lower portion of the mountain was an immense precipice, the foot of

which was hidden from view in the great chasm, or ravine, which

separated the Jungfrau from the Wengern Alp. Above this were rocks and

great sloping fields of snow formed from avalanches which had fallen

down from above. Still higher, there were brought to view vast fields of

ice and snow, with masses of rock breaking out here and there among

them, some in the form of precipices and crags, and others shooting up

in jagged pinnacles and peaks, rising to dizzy heights, to the summits

of which nothing but the condor or the eagle could ever attain. Still

higher were precipices of blue and pellucid ice, and boundless fields of

glittering snow, and immense drifts, piled one above the other in vast

volumes, and overhanging the cliffs as if just ready to fall.

In a short time the clouds rose so as to clear the summit of the

mountain; and then the whole mighty mass was seen revealed fully to

view, glittering in the sunbeams and filling half the sky.

The other guests of the inn came out upon the platform while Rollo and

Mr. George were there, having wrapped themselves previously in their

coats and shawls, as the evening air was cool. Some other parties of

travellers came, too, winding their way slowly up the same pathway where

Mr. George and Rollo had come. Mr. George and Rollo paid very little

attention to these new comers, their minds being wholly occupied by the

mountain.

In a very short time after the face of the Jungfrau came fully into

view, the attention of all the company that were looking at the scene

was arrested by the commencement of another peal of the same thundering

sound that Mr. George and Rollo had heard with so much wonder in coming

up the mountain. A great many exclamations immediately broke out from

the party.

"There! hark! look!" said they. "An avalanche! An avalanche!"

The sound was loud and almost precisely like thunder. Every one looked

in the direction from which it proceeded. There they soon saw, half way

up the mountain, a stream of snow, like a cataract, creeping slowly over

the brink of a precipice, and falling in a continued torrent upon the

rocks below. From this place they could see it slowly creeping down the

long slope towards another precipice, and where, when it reached the

brink, it fell over in another cataract, producing another long peal of

thunder, which, being repeated by the echoes of the mountains and rocks

around, filled the whole heavens with its rolling reverberations. In

this manner the mass of ice and snow went down slope after slope and

over precipice after precipice, till at length it made its final plunge

into the great chasm at the foot of the mountain and disappeared from

view.

In the course of an hour several other avalanches were heard and seen;

and when at length it grew too dark to see them any longer, the

thundering roar of them was heard from time to time all the night long.

Rollo, however, was so tired that, though he went to bed quite early, he

did not hear the avalanches or any thing else until Mr. George called

him the next morning.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 9: They are pronounced as if spelled Gooten arbend.]

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