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tions, I made a proposition which struck them; level of the sea-but as there was some risk of all with amazement. It was to bear away from being severely handled by bears, we thought it the Climbing Club the honour of first scaling prudent to be guarded on all sides. the Jungfrau. As the Englishmen were to ar- We set out. Our horses carried us rapidly rive on the morrow, I proposed that, to forestall to and over the first declivities of the mountain. all competition, we should engage, that very Here we were compelled to leave them, and we day, all the guides in that section.
secured them to the jutting roots of an old pine The idea appeared audacious, particularly as tree, felled by an avalanche. For an hour we coming from me; nevertheless, it was unani- travelled over a gravelly soil, where vegetation mously adopted, aud I was commissioned to re- existed only in the form of mosses, lichens, cruit our escort.
scattering gentians, and a sort of dwarf ranunFortunately the head guide-the one who pre- culus. Stimulated by the pure and invigorating sided by right over all great expeditions of this air of these high regions, I pursued my way kind-lived at Lauterbrunnen. I repaired to with a firm step, enjoying also the pleasure of his house, but found only his wife and three an herborization by moonlight. We were ap. sons, the latter already of an age to hunt the proaching the regions of eternal snow. chamois. To these sour I communicated my! Who would believe it? Upon these heights. plans, and they agreed that as soon as the which know only one season, and that the infather should return, they would send him to
hospitable winter, where all vegetation is sus. my ion to perfect the arrangements.
pended, animals live. I saw there the chamois Night came on, and, weary of watching for standing sentinel upon the inaccessible peaks; I my guide, I threw myself upon my couch, I also saw foxes in pursuit of poules de neige. leaving orders with the servant to awaken me as Christian informed ine that in the daytime we soon as he should come. Scarcely bad I touched would meet even birds, not eagles, but pinsons the bed, when a knock was heard at my door. de neige, chasing flies ; and sometimes buiterIt was he, and in him I recognized, to my great Aies driven upward by the winds, half-benumbed surprise, old Christian Roth, one of the most and scarcely able to fly. trusty of guides, and who had been strongly Some distance below, I had enjoyed the plearecommended to me by my particular friend Cy
sure of a nocturnal herborization : here I parprian Fournier.
ticipated in the excitement of a fox-chase, Christian Roth comprehended the situation at
which, however, had nearly cost me dear. I once. The English Climbers would arrive at
know not whether I hit the game, but the deLauterbrunnen very early in the morning, pro
tonation of my gun, although scarcely percepbably with an escort engaged at either Unter
tible to the ear, produced such a concussion in seen or Interlaken ; consequently, if we wished
the surrounding atmosphere as to cause the fall to precede them instead of following on their
of an avalanche. This avalanche engulfed one trail, there was not a moment to be lost. The
of our guides. I was about to spring to his moon was at its full, and as the night was mag
aid. nificent, he believed it more favourable than the day for the ascent, in consequence of the greater
“No imprudence !” said Christian, with the solidity of the snow. Besides, we could provide
most unconcerned air imaginable, at the same ourselves with torches and lanterns as a safe
| time interposing his arms before me. “It is guard against fog and clouds.
not a heavy slide; he will probably coine out of His advice was to start immediately, and I at
imediately and Larit.” once fell in with it, so great was my fear of He gave me to understand, however, that if the seeing the Climbers bear off the honours before fellow did not succeed in extricating himself, the our very eyes.
fact would greatly diminish the total of our exIn the greatest haste I knocked at the door penses. Fortunately a few moments afterwards of each of my companions; but sleep held en- | the man rejoined us, shaking from head to foot. chained both eyes and ears. In vain I beat the Soon we arrived at the most arduous part of our door, cried, rung, turned the house topsy-turvy,
enterprise. Sometimes there were moraines to all to no avail.
be shunned or stones which propelled by the A thought-born of pride and temerity-en- | waters of some invisible stream came tumbling tered my brain; it was, to steal a marcb, not
down those heights we were with so much laonly upon the Englishmen, but upon my bour climbing; sometimes a torrent of muddy Parisian friends also; to concentrate upon my water barred our passage: the torrent leaped, a self-myself alone, the glory and the perils of crevice in a glacier several feet in width would :his great expedition.
be our next obstacle. Christian Roth bad with him two experienced My friend, Christian Roth, wishing, as a conguides; these, with his three sons, were a suffi- scientious guide, to make the enterprise profitcient aumber for the undertaking. We supplied able in every possible way to me, placed a torch ourselves with feruled staffs, ropes, ladders, between the yawning sides of one of these creshoes à crampons, hooks, picks, and even fire- vices, and called me to admire its effect. From arms. Not that there was any danger from its depths a series of prisms were reflected in all thieves in those altitudes—they are never met | imaginable shades of blue, while rays of the inore than five or six hundred yards above the purest sea-green formed a border to the chasm. Ten years before, a member of the Climbing woman-Lalagé! Lalagé! Ask me not yet who Club had lost his life in this same crevasse. was Lalagé.* The body was still there in a state of perfect “Ah!" said she in a tone of bitter railery, preservation; I saw it distinctly; not ten paces 'not content with disputing with the Climbing from it Christian lowered his torch again; 'Club the glory of first standing upon this summechanically I stooped toward the opening, but mit, a feeling base in its conception, you have instantly recoiled, shutting my eyes; a current also, for the gratification of your vanity, turned of air, charged with sleet, came rushing up traitor to your friends! Eh? bein! I am here from the depths of the gulf; I did not doubt it first, and you have lost both your labour and was the dead Englishman whisking the snow the glory of your enterprise. Is it not just that up into my face.
you should fail, when you attempted to succeed Of what occurred afterward, I have only a by such unworthy means?” confused recollection. I only know that they Abashed, I heard her voice still ringing in tossed up ropes, planted ladders, and that we my ears after she had disappeared from my continued to mount, mount, mount.
sight. Yielding to a sensation of drowsiness, ex- The next moment Christian Roth appeared, hausted by fatigue, I would fain have rested bearing in his hand the French stand of colours. myself upon a piece of granite; but Christian He planted it, or rather secured it in its updeclared me a dead man if I stopped ten right position by means of pieces of rock, and minutes. To substantiate his opinion, he in- filled the interstices with snow. I watched him stanced the fate of several former adventurers, with a sort of apathy, stupor was again creeping who, having succeeded in reaching this same over me; I had only one desire lest, and that point, had succumbed to the cold, and now was to return. slept there to wake no more.
How did we manage our descent? The only At the same time he made me drink from his circumstance I distinctly remember is, that flask a liquor composed of equal quantities of when we reached the place where we had left brandy and vinegar; he also compelled me to our horses fastened by their halters to the roots eat some black bread, accompanied by a morsel of the old pines, we found only their bones. of roast cheese, an indispensable viaticum to all | The bears had feasted on the rest. .. Alpine climbers.
Finally, at break of day, weary, travel-worn, Then, supported on one side by his arm, on half.stupified, and nearly frozen, I once more the other by my feruled staff, my feet, thanks to threw myself upon my couch, hoping that a my shoes à crampons, bearing me firmly over refreshing sleep might- but that sleep so necesthe ice, closely sustained by my escort as by a sary after my excessive fatigue, was almost imliving bulwark, for several minutes I marched, I mediately interrupted by my Parisian friends : ascended, or rather they helped me on, they “Quick! quick! It is time we were starting. hoisted me up; but the desire for sleep came The Virgin already extends her arms in welcorne. orer me again-my brain grew confused; the Come, up, sluggard ! cry of the marmots, that last cry of life beard “Sluggard !" said I, attempting to open my in these Alpine heights, I took for a call from eyes. “Since yesterday I have not closed my those explorers who had gone before me, now eyes in sleep; all the night have I been on the sleeping in their snowy winding-sheets or icy march; I took advantage of the full moon and tombs. I fancied I had already recognized their splendid night to perforın, in company with tombs in a number of stones ranged in a line in Christian Roth and his three sons, the ascent of one of the valleys below.
the Jungfrau. I have but just now returned.” This was too much; my strength and courage. They all burst into laughter. were exhausted, and willing to renounce the “A pretext about as adroit as likely for not glory of being the first to tread the virgin sum- venturing out this day,” murmured one of our mit of the Jungfrau, I was on the point of company. giving the signal for retreat, when, suddenly, “What!” said another, “after having ori. through the blue vapours of the night, I per- ginated the enterprise and drawn us all into ceived a human figure. Like me, it was toiling it, you are going to abandon it!" up the ascent to those snowy, immaculate “So far from abandoning it, I have already heights. I thought of the Climbing Club! accomplished it, alone, and at my own risk and
My ardour was aroused; I quickened my peril," I replied, wide awake this time. “Put pace, I outdistanced my guides ; borne forward your head out of the window," I continued : by supernatural strength, I cast aside my staff,“ look at the summit of the mountain, and there and slid down the declivity with lightning you will see waving our glorious tricoloured speed; I flew over the heights with the rapidity flag, upon whose folds the Climbing Club can of a racer. At last, with a single bound, I scaled read from afar these words : TOU LATE!" the snowy peak and stood upon the culminating ! Not a man stirred from his place. They summit of the mountain. But what disappoint- looked at one another in astonishment. ment awaited me there!
Just then a servant announced that the chief That human form, which I had seen below, guide, the man for whom I had left the message and supposed still far beneath me, was standing upright upon the plateau in an attitude of triumpb and defiance. I approached-it was a |
* His guardian spirit.
Cold, and stern, and silent,
With a cynic smile, Hiding the felt anguish
Nothing could beguile.
'Twas beyond earth's healing;
One day you shall know How this sorrow happened;
It was years ago.
All his life he laboured;
When his course was run, He gave to my keeping,
His long work half-done.
All unmoved; but tear-drops
Hid him from my sight; I yearned for thy blessing,
Father, that last night!
the evening before, was there and wished to see i me.
He entered. It was not Christian Roth.
After the interchange of a few words I related to him my adventures of the night, and although he prefaced them by saying that a midnight ascent of the Jungfrau seemed to him impracticable, yet he very cheerfully assented to the correctness of my observations and the reality of the objects I had met. For instance, the old uprooted pine, the gravelly plateau, bearing only the gentian and the dwarf ranunculus; also the thousand other details of the route. When I came to the incident of the dead man in the crevasse of the glacier :
“Very true," interrupted he; "it is la crevasse à la l'Anglais.” As for the white tombs in a line: “All correct,” said he ; “it is the Vallée des Moraines."
“True," he added :
“But all that could be learned from books, and as for the head-guide in charge of the route, one thing is certain : it was neither Christian Roth nor myself; for I slept all night a: Roeenlaoui, opposite Mettemberg, and father Christian has slept these five years in the cemetery at Meyringen.”
“At any rate, gentlemen, believe me, we must postpone the expedition until to-morrow; to-day ihe Jungfrau will be inaccessible to every one, without exception," he said in conclusion, with an authority which seemed to imply : I have the key in my pocket.
My companions inquired of me if I still intended to make the ascent otherwise than in a dream.
“Faith, no!" I replied. “I am satisfied with what I have seen.”
I have since conversed with persons who had made the ascent of the Jungfrau in full possession of their waking faculties (the ascent is common enough at this day), and I have always been able to speak quite as intelligently as they of its scenes, without ever having given myself the trouble and toil, like them, of scaling its rocky sides. More than this, I have recalled to them several particulars which had escaped their memory.
We sometimes see more clearly with dreaining than waking eyes.
It was never spoken;
He went to his rest; Well, I should not murmur,
For God judges best.
But I breathed a promise;
Did he understand, When I knelt, and trembling,
Clasped his cold dead hand
Of his latest poem,
Left for me to end, Many threads are broken,
And hues do not blend.
Yet, when it is finished,
To the closing line, It should bear the impress
Of his power divine.
Now you know the reason
Why I labour still; Ever striving fitly
My task to fulfil.
MRS. WARD'S VISIT TO THE PRINCE AT BOSTON.
. BY MARY W. JANVRIN, Author of “The Foreign Count," " Aunt Sabrina's Dream," “ Tattlers of Tattletown,"
“Peace," 8c. Loc.
Wall, now, Miss Pettengill, I s'pose you've to Larrence, I was purty tired with the long ride come over to hear about my seein' the Prince! from Bosc'wine, and while we sot there waitin' I'm proper glad to see you! How d'ye do? for the train from the eastward I eat the cookies and how's the folks to your house ? I'm kinder and cold tongue Martha had put up for me, and tuckered out myself with my visit down to 'twas half arter two afore we got into Bostin. I Bostin; sech a jaunt's consid’able at my time declare, Miss Pettengill, I hadn't the faintest of life. But do set down in this rockin'-chair, idee that them railroad keers went along at sech and draw out your knittin'; while I'll be at a tearin' rate, and I asked Bijah if it wa’n't leesure in a minnit. I jest want to mould out suthin' oncommun for 'em to travel so fast, and these apple-dumplin's for dinner. Arty, he's if we wa'n't on the express; but he said we was dreadful fond of dumplin's, and there's a power. a little late, that's all, and orter get in on time. ful sight of apples this year.
Thinks I to myself, “I shouldn't wonder if we There! Now I'll jest set the heel of this all were in etarnity, instead of time, if we go on sock, and tell you about my visit. You see, at this rate;" but I did'nt say ennything, though Miss Pettengill, I'd been readin' all about the I sot and trembled-for 'Bijah, he thinks I'm great doin's in the Statesman, and last week, a narvous like. Wall, we rattled along, and withTuesday mornin', I was over to son 'Bijah's, out enny accidence, only every once in awhile, and found he was a-goin' down to Bostin Wed when they come near a town, the man that stood nesday to buy up bis winter goods, and to see on the platform would keep screwin' round the the Prince, too-goin' to kill two birds witb one iron wheel that holds the cars together, and it stone, you know; so, sez I, “Now, 'Bijab, allers gin me a start, for the first time they done I've been wantin' to go down to see niece Ruthy it arter we left Bosc'wine I thought suthin' had Ann"-she's settled there, married to Mr. broke, and asked 'Bijah. “But," sez he, they're Wetherell, a rale fust-rate man, too and I've only breakin' up, mother. Don't be onaisy !" a great mind to jest start off with you, and see And that scairt me dredfully; for thinks I, “ If the great sight for once myself.” Wall, upon we are goin' to break up, 'Bijah and the rest that, Martha, she j'ined in, and 'Bijah said take it pretty cool, ennyhow." But 'Bijalı, he p'r'aps I'd better improve the chance. So I explained what it meant, and so I felt easier jest inade up my mind on the spot, and purty afterwards, though I couldn't seem to get wholly soon started off for home to tell Arty how to over the startled like feelin'. Jest afore we got look after things while I was gone. I don't go into Bostin, 'Bijah, he pulled my sleeve, and, abroad very often, you know, Miss Pettengill, pintin' out of the keer winder, on the left hand and sech an undertakin's consid’able.
side, sez he, “ There, mother, there's Bunker Wall, Arty, he was as glad as the rest to hey Hill Moniment !" " La !" sez I, “ du tell if me go; so I jest laid out my alpaca dress and that great tall stone chimbley marks the spot cape to wear, and packed my new black silk where the Revolutioners fit, and licked the red and my best caps into a bandbox; and Wednes-coats ? I hope they'll take this young man, the day morning, bright and early, Arty kerried Prince, out there to see it!” But 'Bijah, he us over to the Concord depôt to ketch the fust kinder thought 'twouldn't be jest perlite to rake train for Bostin. P'r'aps you'll think it's up old scores when the young man come over kinder foolish for an old woman like me to be on a social visit; and said he didn't think they'll rundin' arter shows and sech; but, somehow, do it. Ennyhow, though he couldn't a-helped from the fust of it, readin' about the millintary seein' the moniment, taller than three or four and the gread doin's, I was as curis as enny meetin-us steeples, one top of another, when he young gal. Besides, arter all, it's something to rid over the Eastern Railroad, on his way to see a real live young man that's goin' to be Portland, when he went home. King of England arter his mother Victory's Wall, it was half arter two, I should say, done wearing the crown; and you can tell on when we got into the great Bostin depôt, all it to your children and your children's children under kiver; and when 'Bijah and I got out all the rest of your life. So, şez I to Arty and onto the platform, you'd a-thought for sartain 'Bijah, as we driv along to the depôt, *** All it was the Tower of Babel or Bedlam broke work and no play makes Jack a duli boy,' and loose ; sech a crowd of men standin' behind a a little vacancy does a body good once in a railin', and beckonin' to you all ter once! It while," And the boys agreed with me. So we 'pears that every one on 'em wanted us to ride est out; and by noontime, when we got down in his kerridge: but 'Bijab, he passed 'em all by as if they'd been so many blackbirds, and , got up a percession to meet him at the depôt, when we got to the edge of the depôt, he just and wait upon him down to the tavern where he béckoned to one on 'em who'd been the civilest, stopped. The land sakes! Miss Pettengill, if and told him he wanted him to kerry me up to ever I see sech a lot of people together in all my Chester Park, and gin him the number of the born days; and Ruthy Ann sed 'twa'n't the day house where I was to go to. “It's to Mister of the celelration neither, but the next day Cyrus Wetherell's," sez I; “mebbe you know would beat anything I ever see. him? He's a great dealer in furnitur, and | Wall, bymeby, when the folks were thicker merried my neice Ruthy Ann!" But he jest in the streets and on the sidewalks, and crowded looked kinder pleased like, cos I was goin' to to every winder, and jammed on every step ride with him, I expect; and 'Bijah, he helped thicker'n huckle beries in a puddin', and we'd me in, and put in my bandbox-I'd kept a waited till little arter five o'clock, what should purty sharp look out for that, I tell ye, Miss we hear but some marshall music, and then, by Pettengill-and sed he'd got to make the most the way everybody crowded up and looked of the rest of the day in buyin' goods, for the airnest, we knew he was a-comin'. So I jest stores wouldn't be open next day; and he would sot my glasses true on the bridge of my nose, be up to Ruthy Ann's to tea ; so I was driv off. and looked with the best of 'em; and, sure I do declare, Miss Pettengill, if I didn't feel enough, a great lot of soldiers a-horseback come kinder scairy, a-sittin' there all alone in that prancin' along ; and then, close a-follerin', there splendid kerridge, and ridin' through the streets, was two or three kerridges, for all the world like all lined with great stores and crowded with great double shays turned down afore and people; but the driver, he knowed the way; for bebind, and in the fust one, along with three bymeby, arter turnin' ever so many corners, men, sot a young lad about as old as my Arty, and bein' nearly run into by the horse kerrs a-bowin', and smilin', and a-touchin' his hat with (they hev railroads that go by horses right in one hand while he held a little jiminy cane, the middle of the roads, in Bostin), we come to about as big round as a stick of peppermint Ruthy Ann's house--a great, tall, brick one, candy, up to his mouth with t'other. He had four stories high-and the driver got down and on a black suit and kinder yaller kid gloves ; run up a high pair of steps, and pulled a little and was a proper lookin' youth enough, not silver bandle to the door bell, and then he come handsome, but from fair to middlin', and rale back and helped me out, and I went in. A amiable lookin'. great, tall, Irish feller come to the door, and sez While I was a-lookin' and the folks were I, “ Here! you jest take my bandbox, and then crowdin' and pushin' like a flock of sheep, a rale tell Miss Wetherell her Aunt Sophrony has tall, perlite, handsome feller in the crowd kinder come from Bosc'wine!” Jest that minnit, Ruthy took holt of my arm, and sez, “If you'd stand Ann, she come runnin' down as spry and peart up here, madam, mebbe you'd see better!" So as a gal of sixteen; and sez she, a-shakin' my I sez, “ I'm shure I'm much obleeged to you, haad, “Why, aunt, how do you do? Come mister; but I hope I ain't puttin' you out ?" right up stairs! I'm very glad to see you; but And sez he, a bowing, “ Ono, indeed! stan' you're the last parson I should a-thought of rite up here in my place, ma'am !" and then he geein'!" "I knowed so" sez I, “but I come slipped away, and give me his place on the down with 'Bijah to see the Prince. Your old meetin’-us steps. So I had a good sight of the Aunt Sophrony is gettin' curis as a young gal, Prince, and, arter the percession had passed by Ruthy !" Wall, Rutby, she smiled, and sed she I turned to thank the young feller agin, but he was proper glad I'd come; the city was full of wa'n't nowhare to be seen; and I told Ruthy strangers ; and arter she'd rung a bell, and told Ann I was sorry he was so modest like; but the servant to bring me up a lunch; for they'd just then I went to put my hand into my pocket jest got up from dinner, sez she, “Aunty if you to get my handkercher-it was a bran new wa’n’t so tired, I should ask you to go down to hemstitched one, Martha, 'Bijab's wife, had gin Tremont Street, and see the Prince on his me; and lo! and behold that was gone, and my 'rival-for he's comin' into the town this arter puss too!“ The land sakes !” sez I, “Ruthy, noon-but mebbe you'd prefer to take a nap?" I've lost my puss and handkercher as sure as · The Lor!” sez I, “ I ain't a bit tuckered out, you're born ! If I could see that perlite feller Ruthy, though it's a right good long ride down that helped me onto the steps, mebbe he'd help from Bosc'wine--and I never had the habit of me sarch for it; for I can't hev dropped it fur napping day-times; it seems to me terrible off !” Then Ruthy spoke up, and sez she, shiftless like to sleep time away, when the sun “Aunty, I'm sorry for you, but I'm afraid your s shinnin' clear in the canopy-so I'll jest smart perlite feller was a rogue; a pickpocket! How up a bit, and go out with you.” Ruthy didn't much money did you have, Aunty?” “Wall," say ennything about me changin' my gown, but sez I, “I only had about ten and six, for I was seein' she had on a nice black watered silk, I lucky enough to take out all my bills, and put jest put on mine, and then we sot out; and arter l'em inter my bandbox, to your house, and I ridin' a mild or two in one of them street rail- only took enough to buy a nice new neckercbief road keers, we got out into a street Ruthy called for Arty. I wanted to get it at some store when Treemont, where she said we should hev to wait we went back. . But you don't think that feller an hour or more, before the Prince came past could a been such a deceiver ?" Bez I, for I felt with the millintary : for you see they'd been and real kinder hurt like. “I hav'n't the least doubt