Rivers of Ice Part 31
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Further on, the Professor drew the attention of his friends to the beautiful blue colour of the holes which their alpenstocks made in the snow. "Once," said he, "while walking on the heights of Monte Rosa, I observed this effect with great interest, and, while engaged in the investigation of the cause, got a surprise which was not altogether agreeable. Some of the paths there are on very narrow ridges, and the snow on these ridges often overhangs them. I chanced to be walking in advance of my guide at the time to which I refer, and amused myself as I went along by driving my alpenstock deep into the snow, when suddenly, to my amazement I sent the end of the staff right through the snow, and, on withdrawing it, looked down into s.p.a.ce! I had actually walked over the ridge altogether, and was standing above an abyss some thousands of feet deep!"
"Horrible!" exclaimed Emma. "You jumped off pretty quickly, I dare say."
"Nay, I walked off with extreme caution; but I confess to having felt a sort of cold shudder with which my frame had not been acquainted previously."
While they were thus conversing, a cloud pa.s.sed overhead and sent down a slight shower of snow. To most of the party this was a matter of indifference, but the man of science soon changed their feelings by drawing attention to the form of the flakes. He carried a magnifying gla.s.s with him, which enabled him to show their wonders more distinctly.
It was like a shower of frozen flowers of the most delicate and exquisite kind. Each flake was a flower with six leaves. Some of the leaves threw out lateral spines or points, like ferns, some were rounded, others arrowy, reticulated, and serrated; but, although varied in many respects, there was no variation in the number of leaves.
"What amazin' beauty in a snowflake," exclaimed the Captain, "many a one I've seen without knowin' how splendid it was."
"The works of G.o.d are indeed wonderful," said the Professor, "but they must be `sought out'--examined with care--to be fully understood and appreciated."
"Yet there are certain philosophers," observed Lewis, "who hold that the evidence of design here and elsewhere does not at all prove the existence of G.o.d. They say that the crystals of these snow-flakes are drawn together and arrange themselves by means of natural forces."
"They say truly," replied the Professor, "but they seem to me to stop short in their reasoning. They appear to ignore the fact that this elemental original force of which they speak must have had a Creator.
However far they may go back into mysterious and incomprehensible elements, which they choose to call `blind forces,' they do not escape the fact that matter cannot have created itself; that behind their utmost conceptions there must still be One non-created, eternal, living Being who created all, who upholds all, and whom we call G.o.d."
Descending again from the heights in order to cross a valley and gain the opposite mountain, our ramblers quitted the glacier, and, about noon, found themselves close to a lovely pine-clad knoll, the shaded slopes of which commanded an unusually fine view of rocky cliff and fringing wood, with a background of glacier and snow-flecked pinnacles.
Halting, accidentally in a row, before this spot they looked at it with interest. Suddenly the Professor stepped in front of the others, and, pointing to the knoll, said, with twinkling eyes--
"What does it suggest? Come, dux (to Slingsby, who happened to stand at the head of the line), tell me, sir, what does it suggest?"
"_I_ know, sir!" exclaimed the Captain, who stood at the dunce's extremity of the line, holding out his fist with true schoolboy eagerness.
"It suggests," said the artist, rolling his eyes, "`a thing of beauty;'
and--"
"Next!" interrupted the Professor, pointing to Lawrence.
"_I_ know, sir," shouted the Captain.
"Hold your tongue, sir!"
"Ay, ay, sir."
"It is suggestive," said Lawrence, "of an oasis in the desert."
"Very poor, sir," said the Professor, severely. "Next."
"It suggests a cool shade on a hot day," said Emma.
"Better, but not right. Next."
"Please, sir, I'd rather not answer," said Lewis, putting his forefinger in his mouth.
"You must, sir."
"_I_ know, sir," interrupted Captain Wopper, shaking his fist eagerly.
"Silence, you b.o.o.by!--Well, boy, what does it suggest to _you_?"
"Please, sir," answered Lewis, "it suggests the mole on your professorial cheek."
"Sir," cried the Professor, sternly, "remind me to give you a severe caning to-night."
"Yes, sir."
"Well, b.o.o.by, what have _you_ got to say to it?"
"Wittles!" shouted the Captain.
"Right," cried the Professor, "only it would have been better expressed had you said--Luncheon. Go up, sir; put yourself at the head of the cla.s.s, and lead it to a scene of glorious festivity."
Thus instructed, the Captain put himself at the head of the line.
"Now, then, Captain," said Lewis, "let's have a true-blue nautical word of command--hoist yer main tops'l sky-sc.r.a.pers abaft the cleat o' the spanker boom, heave the main deck overboard and let go the painter--or something o' that sort."
"Hold on to the painter, you mean," said Slingsby.
"You're both wrong," cried the Captain, "my orders are those of the immortal Nelson--`Close action, my lads--England expects every man to'-- hooray!"
With a wild cheer, and waving his hat, the seaman rushed up the side of the knoll, followed by his obedient and willing crew.
In order to render the feast more complete, several members of the party had brought small private supplies to supplement the cold mutton, ham, bread, and light claret which Antoine and two porters had carried in their knapsacks. Captain Wopper had brought a supply of variously coloured abominations known in England by the name of comfits, in Scotland as sweeties. These, mixed with snow and water, he styled "iced-lemonade." Emma tried the mixture and declared it excellent, which caused someone to remark that the expression of her face contradicted her tongue. Lewis produced a small flask full of a rich dark port-winey liquid, which he said he had brought because it had formerly been one of the most delightful beverages of his childish years. It was tasted with interest and rejected with horror, being liquorice water! Emma produced a bottle of milk, in the consumption of which she was ably a.s.sisted by the Professor, who declared that his natural spirits required no artificial stimulants. The Professor himself had not been forgetful of the general good. He had brought with him a complex copper implement, which his friends had supposed was a new species of theodolite, but which turned out to be a scientific coffee-pot, in the development of which and its purposes, as the man of science carefully explained, there was called into play some of the principles involved in the sciences of hydraulics and pneumatics, to which list Lewis added, in an under-tone, those of aquatics, ecstatics, and rheumatics. The machine was perfect, but the Professor's natural turn for practical mechanics not being equal to his knowledge of other branches of science, he failed properly to adjust a screw. This resulted in an explosion of the pot which blew its lid, as Lewis expressed it, into the north of Italy, and its contents into the fire.
A second effort, using the remains of the scientific pot as an ordinary kettle, was more successful.
"You see, my friends," said the Professor, apologetically, "it is one of the prerogatives of science that her progress cannot be hindered. Her resources and appliances are inexhaustible. When one style of experiment fails we turn at once to another and obtain our result, as I now prove to you by handing this cup of coffee to Miss Gray. You had better not sweeten it, Mademoiselle. It is quite unnecessary to make the very trite observation that in your case no sugar is required. Yes, the progress of science is slow, but it is sure. Everything must fall before it in time."
"Ah, just so--`one down, another come on,'--that's your motto, ain't it?" said Captain Wopper, who invariably, during the meal, delivered his remarks from a cavern filled with a compound of mutton, bread, and ham.
"But I say, Professor, are you spliced?"
"Spliced?" echoed the man of science.
"Ay; married, I mean."
"Yes, I am wed," he replied, with enthusiasm. "I have a beautiful wife in Russia, and she is good as beautiful."
"In Roosia--eh! Well, it's a longish way off, but I'd advise you, as a friend, not to let her know that you pay such wallopin' compliments to young English ladies. It might disagree with her, d'ye see?"
At this point the conversation and festivities were interrupted by Slingsby, who, having gone off to sketch, had seated himself on a mound within sight of his friends, in a position so doubled up and ridiculous as to call forth the remark from Lawrence, that few traits of character were more admirable and interesting than those which ill.u.s.trated the utter disregard of personal appearance in true and enthusiastic devotees of art. To which Captain Wopper added that "he was a rum lot an' no mistake."
The devotee was seen by the revellers to start once or twice and clap his hands to various pockets, as though he had forgotten his india-rubber or pen-knife. Then he was observed to drop his sketching-book and hastily slap all his pockets, as if he had forgotten fifty pieces of india-rubber and innumerable pen-knives. Finally, he sprang up and slapped himself all over wildly, yelling at the same time as if he had been a maniac.
He had inadvertently selected an ant-hill as his seat, that was all; but that was sufficient to check his devotion to art, and necessitate his retirement to a rocky defile, where he devoted himself to the study of "the nude" in his own person, and whence he returned looking imbecile and hot.
Such _contretemps_, however, do not materially affect the health or spirits of the young and strong. Ere long Slingsby was following his companions with his wonted enthusiasm and devotee-like admiration of Nature in all her varying aspects.
His enthusiasm was, however, diverted from the study of vegetable and mineral, if we may so put it, to that of animal nature, for one of the porters, who had a tendency to go poking his staff into holes and crannies of the rocks, suddenly touched a marmot. He dropped his pack and began at once to dig up earth and stones as fast as possible, a.s.sisted by his comrades; but the little creature was too sagacious for them. They came to its bed at last, and found that, while they had been busy at one end of the hole, the marmot had quietly walked out at the other, and made off.
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