Identifier: hoursofexercisei96tynd (find matches)
Title: Hours of exercise in the Alps.
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Tyndall, John, 1820-1893
Subjects: Alps Descr. & trav Mountaineering
Publisher: New York : D. Appleton and Company
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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t of which was theutter uselessness of success on the one mountain ifit were to be followed by annihilation on theother. We reached the ridge above the glacier,where, handing him a trinkgeld, which I had to forceon his acceptance, I bade him good-bye, assuringhim that I would submit in all things to Bennensopinion. He had the highest idea of Bennenswisdom, and hence the assurance sent him homecomforted. I was soon upon the ice, once more alone, as Idelight to be at times. As a habit going alone isto be deprecated, but sparingly indulged in it is agreat luxury. There are no doubt moods when themother is glad to get rid of her offspring, the wifeof her husband, the lover of his mistress, and whenit is not well to keep them together. And so, atrare intervals, it is good for the soul to feel the fullinfluence of that society where none intrudes.When the work is clearly within your power, whenlong practice has enabled you to trust your own eyeand judgment in unravelling crevasses, and youi
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THE MATTERHORN. 1861) INSrECTION OF THE MATTE11HORN. 117 own axe and arm in subduing their more seriousdifficulties, it is an entirely new experience to bealone amid those sublime scenes. The peaks weara more solemn aspect, the sun shines with a moreeffectual fire, the blue of heaven is more deep andawful, and the hard heart of man is often made astender as a childs. You contract a closer friend-ship for the universe in virtue of your more inti-mate contact with its parts. The glacier to-day filledthe air with low murmurs, while the sound of thedistant moulins rose to a kind of roar. The debrisrustled on the moraines, the smaller rivulets bab-bled in their channels, as they ran to join theirtrunk, and the surface of the glacier creaked au-dibly as it yielded to the sun. It seemed to breatheand whisper like a living thing. To my left wasMonte Rosa and her royal court, to my right themystic pinnacle of the Matterhorn, which from acertain point here upon the glacier attains its max-imum

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