A Winter Amid the Ice Part 39
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But to ascend was not all; we must think also of going down. The most difficult, if not most wearisome, task remained; and then one quits with regret a summit attained at the price of so much toil. The energy which urges you to ascend, the need, so natural and imperious, of overcoming, now fails you. You go forward listlessly, often looking behind you!
It was necessary, however, to decide, and, after a last traditional libation of champagne, we put ourselves in motion. We had remained on the summit an hour. The order of march was now changed. M. N----'s party led off; and, at the suggestion of his guide Paccard, we were all tied together with a rope. M. N----'s fatigue, which his strength, but not his will, betrayed, made us fear falls on his part which would require the help of the whole party to arrest. The event justified our foreboding. On descending the side of the wall, M. N---- made several false steps. His guides, very vigorous and skilful, were happily able to check him; but ours, feeling, with reason, that the whole party might be dragged down, wished to detach us from the rope.
Levesque and I opposed this; and, by taking great precautions, we safely reached the base of this giddy ledge. There was no room for illusions. The almost bottomless abyss was before us, and the pieces of detached ice, which bounded by us with the rapidity of an arrow, clearly showed us the route which the party would take if a slip were made.
Once this terrible gap crossed, I began to breathe again. We descended the gradual slopes which led to the summit of the Corridor. The snow, softened by the heat, yielded beneath our feet; we sank in it to the knees, which made our progress very fatiguing. We steadily followed the path by which we ascended in the morning, and I was astonished when Gaspard Simon, turning towards me, said,--
"Monsieur, we cannot take any other road, for the Corridor is impracticable, and we must descend by the wall which we climbed up this morning."
I told Levesque this disagreeable news.
"Only," added Gaspard Simon, "I do not think we can all remain tied together. However, we will see how M. N---- bears it at first."
We advanced towards this terrible wall! M. N----'s party began to descend, and we heard Paccard talking rapidly to him. The inclination became so steep that we perceived neither him nor his guides, though we were bound together by the same rope.
As soon as Gaspard Simon, who went before me, could comprehend what was pa.s.sing, he stopped, and after exchanging' some words in _patois_ with his comrades, declared that we must detach ourselves from M. N----'s party.
"We are responsible for you," he added, "but we cannot be responsible for others; and if they slip, they will drag us after them."
Saying this, he got loose from the rope. We were very unwilling to take this step; but our guides were inflexible.
We then proposed to send two of them to help M. N----'s guides.
They eagerly consented; but having no rope they could not put this plan into execution.
We then began this terrible descent. Only one of us moved at a time, and when each took a step the others b.u.t.tressed themselves ready to sustain the shock if he slipped. The foremost guide, Edward Ravanel, had the most perilous task; it was for him to make the steps over again, now more or less worn away by the ascending caravan.
We progressed slowly, taking the most careful precautions. Our route led us in a right line to one of the creva.s.ses which opened at the base of the escarpment. When we were going up we could not look at this creva.s.se, but in descending we were fascinated by its green and yawning sides. All the blocks of ice detached by our pa.s.sage went the same way, and after two or three bounds, ingulfed themselves in the creva.s.se, as in the jaws of the minotaur, only the jaws of the minotaur closed after each morsel, while the unsatiated creva.s.se yawned perpetually, and seemed to await, before closing, a larger mouthful. It was for us to take care that we should not be this mouthful, and all our efforts were made for this end. In order to withdraw ourselves from this fascination, this moral giddiness, if I may so express myself, we tried to joke about the dangerous position in which we found ourselves, and which even a chamois would not have envied us. We even got so far as to hum one of Offenbach's couplets; but I must confess that our jokes were feeble, and that we did not sing the airs correctly.
I even thought I discovered Levesque obstinately setting the words of "Barbe-Bleue" to one of the airs in "Il Trovatore,"
which rather indicated some grave preoccupation of the mind. In short, in order to keep up our spirits, we did as do those brave cowards who sing in the dark to forget their fright.
We remained thus, suspended between life and death, for an hour, which seemed an eternity; at last we reached the bottom of this terrible escarpment. We there found M. N---- and his party, safe and sound.
After resting a little while, we continued our journey.
As we were approaching the Pet.i.t-Plateau, Edward Ravanel suddenly stopped, and, turning towards us, said,--
"See what an avalanche! It has covered our tracks."
An immense avalanche of ice had indeed fallen from the Gouter, and entirely buried the path we had followed in the morning across the Pet.i.t-Plateau.
I estimated that the ma.s.s of this avalanche could not comprise less than five hundred cubic yards. If it had fallen while we were pa.s.sing, one more catastrophe would no doubt have been added to the list, already too long, of the necrology of Mont Blanc.
This fresh obstacle forced us to seek a new road, or to pa.s.s around the foot of the avalanche. As we were much fatigued, the latter course was a.s.suredly the simplest; but it involved a serious danger. A wall of ice more than sixty feet high, already partly detached from the Gouter, to which it only clung by one of its angles, overhung the path which we should follow. This great ma.s.s seemed to hold itself in equilibrium. What if our pa.s.sing, by disturbing the air, should hasten its fall? Our guides held a consultation. Each of them examined with a spy-gla.s.s the fissure which had been formed between the mountain and this alarming ice-ma.s.s.
The sharp and clear edges of the cleft betrayed a recent breaking off, evidently caused by the fall of the avalanche.
After a brief discussion, our guides, recognizing the impossibility of finding another road, decided to attempt this dangerous pa.s.sage.
"We must walk very fast,--even run, if possible," said they, "and we shall be in safety in five minutes. Come, messieurs, a last effort!"
A run of five minutes is a small matter for people who are only tired; but for us, who were absolutely exhausted, to run even for so short a time on soft snow, in which we sank up to the knees, seemed an impossibility. Nevertheless, we made an urgent appeal to our energies, and after two or three tumbles, drawn forward by one, pushed by another, we finally reached a snow hillock, on which we fell breathless. We were out of danger.
It required some time to recover ourselves. We stretched out on the snow with a feeling of comfort which every one will understand. The greatest difficulties had been surmounted, and though there were still dangers to brave, we could confront them with comparatively little apprehension.
We prolonged our halt in the hope of witnessing the fall of the avalanche, but in vain. As the day was advancing, and it was not prudent to tarry in these icy solitudes, we decided to continue on our way, and about five o'clock we reached the hut of the Grands-Mulets.
After a bad night, attended by fever caused by the sunstrokes encountered in our expedition, we made ready to return to Chamonix; but, before setting out, we inscribed the names of our guides and the princ.i.p.al events of our journey, according to the custom, on the register kept for this purpose at the Grands-Mulets.
About eight o'clock we started for Chamonix. The pa.s.sage of the Bossons was difficult, but we accomplished it without accident.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Grands-Mulets.--Party Descending From The Hut.]
Half an hour before reaching Chamonix, we met, at the chalet of the Dard falls, some English tourists, who seemed to be watching our progress. When they perceived us, they hurried up eagerly to congratulate us on our success. One of them presented us to his wife, a charming person, with a well-bred air. After we had given them a sketch of our perilous peregrinations, she said to us, in earnest accents,--
"How much you are envied here by everybody! Let me touch your alpenstocks!"
These words seemed to interpret the general feeling.
The ascent of Mont Blanc is a very painful one. It is a.s.serted that the celebrated naturalist of Geneva, De Saussure, acquired there the seeds of the disease of which he died in a few months after his return from the summit. I cannot better close this narrative than by quoting the words of M. Markham Sherwell:--
"However it may be," he says, in describing his ascent of Mont Blanc, "I would not advise any one to undertake this ascent, the rewards of which can never have an importance proportionate to the dangers encountered by the tourist, and by those who accompany him."
THE END.
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