Rivers of Ice Part 12
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We may not, however, prolong our remarks on the subject of ice-rivers at this time. Our travellers at Chamouni are getting ready to start, and it is our duty at present to follow them.
CHAPTER TEN.
THE FIRST EXCURSION.
"A Splendid morning!" exclaimed Dr George Lawrence, as he entered the _Salle a manger_ with an obviously new alpenstock in his hand.
"Jolly!" replied Lewis Stoutley, who was stooping at the moment to b.u.t.ton one of his gaiters.
Lewis was addicted to slang, not by any means an uncommon characteristic of youth!
"The man," he said, with some bitterness, "who invented big b.u.t.tons and little b.u.t.ton-holes should have had his nose skewered with a b.u.t.ton-hook. He was an a.s.s!"
In order to relieve his feelings and accomplish his ends, Lewis summarily enlarged the holes with his penknife.
"And _round_ b.u.t.tons, too," he said, indignantly; "what on earth was the use of making round b.u.t.tons when flat ones had been invented? A big hole and a flat b.u.t.ton will hold against anything--even against Scotch whins and heather. There, now, that abominable job is done."
"You are fond of strong language, Lewie," said Lawrence, as he examined the spike at the end of his alpenstock.
"I am. It relieves my feelings."
"But don't you think it weakens your influence on occasions when nothing but strong language will serve? You rob yourself of the power, you know, to increase the force of it."
"Oh bother! don't moralise, man, but let's have your opinion of the weather, which is an all-important subject just now."
"I have already given my opinion as to that," said Lawrence, "but here comes one who will give us an opinion of value.--He is in capital time."
"Good morning, Antoine."
Their guide for the day, Antoine Grennon, a fine stalwart specimen of his cla.s.s, returned the salutation, and added that it was a very fine morning.
"Capital, isn't it?" cried Lewis, cheerfully, for he had got over the irritation caused by the b.u.t.tons. "Couldn't be better; could it?"
The guide did not admit that the weather could not be better.
"You look doubtful, Antoine," said Lawrence. "Don't you think the day will keep up?"
"Keep up!" exclaimed Lewis; "why, the sky is perfectly clear. Of course it will. I never saw a finer day, even in England. Why do you doubt it, Antoine?"
The guide pointed to a small cloud that hung over the brow of one of the higher peaks.
"Appearances are sometimes deceitful in this country," he said. "I don't doubt the fineness of the day at present, but--"
He was interrupted here by the sudden and noisy entrance of Captain Wopper and the Professor, followed by the mad artist, whose name, by the way, was Slingsby.
"No, no," said the Captain to the Professor, with whom he had already become very intimate, "it won't do to part company. If the Jardang is too far for the ladies, we will steer for the Mairdygla.s.s, an' cross over to the what's-'is-name--"
"Chapeau," said the Professor.
"Ah! the shappo," continued the Captain, "and so down by the glacier dez boys--"
"The what?" asked Lewis, with a half-suppressed smile.
"The glacier dez boys, youngster," repeated the Captain, stoutly.
"Oh, I see; you mean the Glacier des Bois?" said Lewis, suppressing the smile no longer.
"What I mean, young man," said the Captain, sternly, "is best known to myself. You and other College-bred c.o.xcombs may call it day bwa, if you like, but I have overhauled the chart, and there it's spelt d-e-s, which sounds dez, and b-o-i-s, which seafarin' men p.r.o.nounce boys, so don't go for to cross my hawse again, but rather join me in tryin' to indooce the Professor to putt off his trip to the Jardang, an' sail in company with us for the day."
"I will join you heartily in that," said Lewis, turning to the man of science, who stood regarding the Captain with an amiable smile, as a huge Newfoundland dog might regard a large mastiff; "but why is our proposed excursion to the Jardin to be altered?"
"Because," said the Professor, "your amiable sister--I beg pardon, cousin--with that irresistible power of suasion which seems inherent in her nature, has prevailed on Mademoiselle h.o.r.etzki to join the party, and Mademoiselle is too delicate--sylph-like--to endure the fatigues of so long an excursion over the ice. Our worthy guide suggests that it would afford more pleasure to the ladies--and of course, therefore, to the gentlemen--if you were to make your first expedition only to the Montanvert which is but a two hours' climb from Chamouni, picnic there, cross the Mer de Glace, which is narrow at that point, and descend again to Chamouni by the side of the Glacier des Bois, where you can behold the great moraines, and also the source of the river Arveiron. This would be a pleasant and not too fatiguing round, and I, who might perhaps be an enc.u.mbrance to you, will prosecute my inquiries at the Jardin alone."
"Impossible," exclaimed Lewis, "the Captain is right when he observes that we must not part company. As my mother says, we are a giddy crew, and will be the better of a little scientific ballast to keep us from capsizing into a creva.s.se. Do come, my dear sir, if it were only out of charity, to keep us in order."
To this entreaty Lawrence and the artist added their persuasions, which were further backed by the eloquence of Emma Gray and Nita h.o.r.etzki, who entered at the moment radiant with the flush of life's dawning day, and irresistible in picturesque mountain attire, the chief characteristics of which consisted in an extensive looping up of drapery, and an ostentatious display of those staffs called alpenstocks, five feet long, tipped with chamois horn, which are an indispensable requisite in Alpine work.
"Oh! you _muss_ go," said Nita, in silvery tones and disjointed English.
"If you go not, monsieur, _I_ go not!"
"That of course decides the question, Mademoiselle," said the gallant Professor, with one of his blandest smiles, "I shall accompany you with pleasure. But I have one little request to make. My time at Chamouni is short; will you permit me, on arriving at the Mer de Glace, to prosecute my inquiries? I am here to ask questions of Nature, and must do so with perseverance and patience. Will you allow me to devote more of my attention to _her_ than to yourself?"
"H'm! well--what you say, Mademoiselle Gray?" demanded Nita, with an arch look at her companion. "Is the Professor's request reasonable?"
To this Emma replied that as Nature was, upon the whole, a more important lady than either of them, she thought it _was_ reasonable; whereupon the Professor agreed to postpone his visit to the Jardin, and devote his day to fixing stakes and making observations on the Mer de Glace, with a view to ascertaining the diurnal rate of speed at which the glacier flowed.
"You spoke of putting certain questions to Nature, Professor," said Lawrence, when the party were slowly toiling up the mountain-side.
"Have they not already been put to her, and satisfactorily answered some time ago?"
"They have been put," replied the Professor, "by such learned men as Saussure, Aga.s.siz, Rendu, Charpentier, and by your own countryman Forbes, and others, and undoubtedly their questions have received distinct answers, insomuch that our knowledge of the nature and action of glacial ice is now very considerable. But, my dear sir, learned men have not been agreed as to what Nature's replies mean, nor have they exhausted the subject; besides, no true man of science is quite satisfied with merely hearing the reports of others, he is not content until he has met and conversed with Nature face to face. I wish, therefore, to have a personal interview with her in these Alps, or rather," continued the Professor, in a more earnest tone, "I do wish to see the works of my Maker with my own eyes, and to hear His voice with the ears of my own understanding."
"Your object, then, is to verify, not to discover?" said Lawrence.
"It is both. Primarily to verify; but the man of science always goes forth with the happy consciousness that the mine in which he proposes to dig is rich in gems, and that, while seeking for one sort, he may light upon another unexpectedly."
"When Captain Wopper turned up yonder gem, he lit on one which, if not of the purest water, is unquestionably a brilliant specimen of the cla.s.s to which it belongs," said Lewis, coming up at that moment, and pointing to a projection in the somewhat steep part of the path up which they were winding.
The gem referred to was no other than our friend Gillie White. That hilarious youth, although regenerated outwardly as regards blue cloth and b.u.t.tons, had not by any means changed his spirit since fortune began to smile on him. Finding that his mistress, being engaged with her dark-eyed friend, did not require his services, and observing that his patron, Captain Wopper, held intercourse with the guide--in broken English, because he, the guide, also spoke broken English--that Lawrence and the Professor seemed capable of entertaining each other, that Lewis and the artist, although dreadfully jealous of each other, were fain to hold social intercourse, the ladies being inseparable, and that he, Gillie, was therefore left to entertain himself he set about amusing himself to the best of his power by keeping well in rear of the party and scrambling up dangerous precipices, throwing stones at little birds, charging shrubs and stabbing the earth with Emma's alpenstock, immolating snails, rolling rocks down precipitous parts of the hill, and otherwise exhibiting a tendency to sport with Nature--all of which he did to music whistled by himself, and in happy forgetfulness of everything save the business in hand. He was engaged in some apparently difficult piece of fancy work, involving large boulders, when Lewis drew attention to him.
"What can the imp be up to?" he said.
"Most likely worrying some poor reptile to death," said the artist, removing his conical wideawake and fanning himself therewith. (Mr Slingsby was very warm, his slender frame not being equal to his indomitable spirit.)
"I think he is trying to break your alpenstock, Emma," observed Lewis.
There seemed to be truth in this, for Gillie, having fixed the staff as a lever, was pulling at it with all his might. The projection of rock on which he stood, and which overhung the zigzag road, was partially concealed by bushes, so that the precise intention of his efforts could not be discovered.
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