A few minutes more brought them on to the great field of snow, through which they toiled along laboriously, treading as much as possible in the footsteps of the guide.
"This isn"t a glacier, is it?" asked Cyril.
"Oh dear, no! If it were, you wouldn"t find it such easy walking, for it would be full of hidden creva.s.ses, and we should have to march much more carefully, occasionally poking our feet through the snow that lightly covers a fathomless depth."
"Yes, you must have read in Murray that eerie story of the guide that actually tumbled, though not very deep, into the centre of the glacier, and found his way back to light down the bed of a sub-glacial torrent, with no worse result than a broken arm."
"There is a still eerier story, though, of two brothers," said Kennedy, "of whom one fell into a creva.s.se, and was caught on a ledge some fifty feet down, where he could be actually seen and heard."
"Did he ever get out?" asked Violet.
"Yes; the guide went back four hours" walk, and brought ropes and a.s.sistance just before dark, and meanwhile the other brother waited anxiously by the side of the creva.s.se, talking, and letting down brandy and other things to keep the poor fellow alive. He did escape, but not without considerable risk of being frozen to death."
Beguiling the way with talk, they at last got over the tedious climb, and reached the summit. Eva and Violet were very tired, but the difficult and eager air of the icy mountain-top was exhilarating as new wine, and the provisions they had brought with them reinvigorated them completely. To hungry and thirsty climbers black bread and _vin ordinaire_ taste like nectar and ambrosia. The day was cloudless, the view unspeakably magnificent, and Cyril"s high spirits were contagious.
They lingered long before they began the descent, and laughingly pooh-poohed the guide"s repeated suggestion that it was getting late.
"I bet you Kennedy has been writing poetry," said Cyril; "do make him read it, Julian."
"Hear, hear!" said all in chorus, and Julian with playful force possessed himself of the pocket-book, while Kennedy, only a.s.severating that the verses were addressed to n.o.body in particular, fled from the sound of his own lyrics, which Julian proceeded to read.
"Rose-opals of the sunlit hills Are flashing round my lonely way, And cataracts dash the rushing rills To plumes of glimmering spray.
But mountain-streams and sunny gleams Are not so dear to me, As dawning of the golden love My spirit feels for thee!
"Their diamond crowns and giant forms, The lordly hills upraise; Nor rushing winds nor shattering storms Can shake their solid base: Though Europe rests beneath their crests, And empires sleep secure, Less firm their bases than my love, Their snow less brightly pure."
"There, rubbish enough," said Kennedy, returning and s.n.a.t.c.hing away the pocket-book before Julian could read another verse. ""Like coffee made without trouble, drunk without regret," as the Monday Oracle, with its usual exquisite urbanity, observed of a recent poet."
"Of course addressed quite to an imaginary object, Eddy," said Eva, while Violet looked towards the hills, and hoped that the glow which covered her fair face might be taken for a reflection of the faint tinge that already began to fall over the distant ridges of pale snow.
"We really must come away," said Julian; "it"ll be sunset very soon, and then we shall have to climb down nearly in the dark."
So they left the ridge, and while Kennedy and Cyril, amid shouts of laughter, glissaded gallantly over the slopes of snow, Julian and the guide conducted the girls by a method less rapid, but more secure.
Arrived at the rocks, Cyril went forward with the guide, Julian followed with Eva, and Kennedy with Violet led up the rear.
Why did they linger so long? Violet was tired, no doubt, but could she not have walked as fast as Eva, or was Kennedy"s arm less stout than Julian"s? She lingered, it seemed, with something of a conscious pleasure, now to pluck a flower or a fern, now to look at some yellow lichens on the purple crags; and once, when Julian looked back, the two were some way behind the rest of the party. They were standing on a rock gazing on the fading splendour of the mountains in front of them, while the light wind that had risen during the sunset, flung back his hair from his forehead, and played with one golden tress which had strayed down Violet"s neck. He shouted to them to make haste, and they waved their hands to him with a gay salute. Thinking that they would soon overtake him, he pressed forward with Eva, and did not look back again.
While Kennedy walked on with Violet in silence more sweet than speech, they fell into a dreamy mood, and wandered on half-oblivious of things around them, while deeper and deeper the shades of twilight began to cast their gloom over the hills.
"Look, Violet, I mean Miss Home; the moon is in crescent, and we shall have a pleasant night to walk in; won"t it be delightful?"
"Yes," she murmured; but neither of them observed that the clouds were gathering thick and fast, and obscured all except a few struggling glimpses of scattered stars.
They came to a sort of stile formed by two logs of wood laid across the gap in a stone wall, and Kennedy vaulting over it, gave her his hand.
"Surely," she said, stopping timidly for a moment, "we did not pa.s.s over this in coming, did we?"
Kennedy looked back. "No," he said, "I don"t remember it; but no doubt it has been put up merely for the night to prevent the cattle from going astray."
They went forward, but a deeper and deeper misgiving filled Violet"s mind that they had chosen a wrong road.
"I think," she said with a fluttered voice, "that the path looks much narrower than it did this morning. Do you see the others?"
They both strained their eyes through the gloom, now rendered more thick than ever by the dark driving clouds, but they could see no trace of their companions, and though they listened intently, not the faintest sound of voices reached their eager ears.
They spoke no word, but a few steps farther brought them to a towering rock around the base of which the path turned, and then seemed to cease abruptly in a ma.s.s of loose shale. It was too clear now. They had lost their road and turned, whilst they were indulging those golden fancies, into a mere cattle-path worn by the numerous herds of goats and oxen, the music of whose jangling bells still came to them now and then in low sweet s.n.a.t.c.hes from the pastures of the valley and hill.
What was to be done? They were alone amid the all but unbroken silence, and the eternal solitudes of the now terrible mountain. The darkness began to brood heavily above them; no one was in sight, and when Kennedy shouted there was no answer, but only an idle echo of his voice. Sheets of mist were sweeping round them, and at length the gusts of wind drove into their faces cold swirls of plashing rain.
"Oh, Mr Kennedy, what can we do? Do shout again."
Once more Kennedy sent his voice ringing through the mist and darkness, and once more there was no answer, except that to their now excited senses it seemed as if a scream of mocking laughter was carried back to them upon the wind. And clinging tightly to his arm, as he wrapped her in his plaid to shelter her from the wet, she again cried, "Oh, Edward, what must we do?"
Even in that fearful situation--alone on the mountain, in the storm,--he felt within him a thrill of strength and pleasure that she called him Edward, and that she clung so confidingly upon his arm.
"Dare you stay here, Violet," he asked, "while I run forward and try to catch some glimpse of a light?"
"Oh, I dare not, I dare not," she cried; "you might miss your way in coming back to me, and I should be alone."
He saw that she loved him; he had read the secret of her heart, and he was happy. Pa.s.sionately he drew her towards him, and on her soft fragrant cheek--on which the pallor of dread had not yet extinguished the glow which had been kindled by the mountain wind--he printed a lover"s kiss; but in maidenly reserve she drew back, and was afraid to have revealed her secret, and once more she said, "Oh, Mr Kennedy, we shall die if we stay here unsheltered in this storm."
As though to confirm her words, the thunder began to growl, and while the sounds of it were beaten back with long loud hollow buffetings from the rocks on every side, the blue and winged flash of lightning glittered before their eyes, cleaving a rift with dazzling and vivid intensity amid the purple gloom.
"Stay here but one instant, Violet--Miss Home,"--he said; "I will climb this rock to see if any light is near, and will be with you again in a moment."
He bounded actively up the rock, reckless of danger, and gazed from the summit into the night. For a second, another flash of lightning half blinded him with its lurid glare, but when he was again accustomed to the darkness, he saw a dull glimmer in the distance, and supposing it to come from the hotel, sprang down the rock again to Violet"s side.
"This way," he said, "dear Violet; I see a light, and from the direction of it I think it must be from our hotel. Keep up courage, and we shall soon reach it."
Dangerous as it was to hurry over the wet and slippery shale, and down the steep sides of the rugged hill, Kennedy half drew, half-carried her along with swift steps towards the place from which the dim light still seemed to allure them by its wavering and uncertain flicker.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
A NIGHT OF TERROR.
"For the strength of the hills we bless Thee, Our G.o.d, our Father"s G.o.d; Thou hast made our spirits mighty, By the touch of the mountain sod!"
Hemans.
"Here you all are, then," said the cheerful voice of Mr Kennedy, as Julian, Eva, and Cyril, followed by the guide, entered the little Murrem Inn.
"Here are three of us," answered Julian; "haven"t Edward and Violet arrived? Not having seen them for the last half-hour, I fancied they must have got before us by some short cut."
"No, they"ve not come yet. Fortunately for you, Eva, Aunt Dudley is very tired and has gone to bed," he said laughing, "otherwise you would have got a scolding for not taking better care of Violet."
"Oh, then, they must be close behind somewhere for certain," said Julian; "they could not have missed the path--it lay straight before us the whole way."
"Well, I hope they"ll be in soon, for it begins to look lowering. I"ve ordered tea for you; make haste and come down to it. You"re ready for tea, Cyril, I have no doubt."