"I have sought for it."
The answer was not given promptly, and Lewis found, with some surprise, that the subject appeared to be distasteful to the hunter. He therefore dropped it and walked on in silence.
Walking at the time was comparatively easy, for a sharp frost had hardened the surface of the snow, and the gem-like lights of heaven enabled them to traverse valleys of ice, clamber up snow-slopes and cross creva.s.ses without danger, except in one or two places, where the natural snow-bridges were frail and the chasms unusually wide.
At one of these creva.s.ses they were brought to a complete standstill.
It was too wide to be leaped, and no bridge was to be found. The movements of a glacier cause the continual shifting of its parts, so that, although rugged or smooth spots are always sure to be found at the same parts of the glacier each year, there is, nevertheless, annual variety in minute detail. Hence the most expert guides are sometimes puzzled as to routes.
The creva.s.se in question was a new one, and it was Antoine"s first ascent of Mont Blanc for that year, so that he had to explore for a pa.s.sage just as if he had never been there before. The party turned to the left and marched along the edge of the chasm some distance, but no bridge could be found. The ice became more broken up, smaller creva.s.ses intersected the large one, and at last a place was reached where the chaos of dislocation rendered further advance impossible.
"Lost your bearin"s, Antoine?" asked Captain Wopper.
"No; I have only got into difficulties," replied the guide, with a quiet smile.
"Just so--breakers ahead. Well, I suppose you"ll "bout ship an" run along the coast till we find a channel."
This was precisely what Antoine meant to do, and did, but it was not until more than an hour had been lost that a safe bridge was found.
When they had crossed, the configuration of the ice forced them to adopt a route which they would willingly have avoided. A steep incline of snow rose on their right, on the heights above which loose ice-grags were poised as if on the point of falling. Indeed, two or three tracks were pa.s.sed, down which, probably at no distant period, some of these avalanches had shot. It was nervous work pa.s.sing under them. Even Antoine looked up at them with a grave, inquiring glance, and hastened his pace as much as was consistent with comfort and dignity.
Soon after this the sun began to rise, and the upper portions of the snow were irradiated with pink splendour, but to our travellers he had not yet risen, owing to the intervening peaks of the Aiguille du Midi.
In the brightening light they emerged upon a plain named the Pet.i.t Plateau, which forms a reservoir for the avalanches of the Dome du Goute. Above them rose the mountain-crest in three grand ma.s.ses, divided from each other by rents, which exposed that peculiar stratified form of the glacier caused by the annual bedding of the snow. From the heights, innumerable avalanches had descended, strewing the spot where they stood with huge blocks of ice and ma.s.ses of rock.
Threading their way through these impediments was a matter not only of time, but of difficulty, for in some parts the s.p.a.ces between the boulders and blocks were hollow, and covered with thin crusts of snow, which gave way the instant a foot was set on them, plunging up to their waists the unfortunates who trod there, with a shock which usually called forth shouts of astonishment not unmingled with consternation.
"Here, then, we draw near to the grand summit," said the Professor, pointing to the snow-cliffs on the right, "whence originates the ice-fountain that supplies such mighty ice-rivers as the Glacier des Bossons and the Mer de Glace."
"Oui, Monsieur," replied Antoine, smiling, "we _draw_ near, but we are not yet near."
"We are nearer to the summit however, than we are to the plain,"
retorted the Professor.
"Truly, yes," a.s.sented the guide.
"I should think no one could doubt that," observed Slingsby, looking upwards.
"It looks quite near now," said Lewis.
"Not so near, however, as you think, and as you shall find," rejoined the guide, as they resumed their upward march.
This was indeed true. Nothing is more deceptive to an inexperienced eye than the apparent distance of a high mountain-top. When you imagine that the plain below is miles and miles away, and the peak above close at hand, you find, perhaps, on consulting your watch, that the plain cannot be very far distant, and that the greater part of your work still lies before you. It requires no small amount of resolution to bear up against the depression of spirit caused by frequent mistakes in this matter.
Owing to the increasing height and power of the sun, the snow beyond the Pet.i.t Plateau soon became soft, and the steepness of the ascent increasing, their advance became slower, and their work much more laborious. A pleasant break was, however, at hand, for, on reaching the Grand Plateau, they were cheered by the sun"s rays beaming directly on them, and by the information that they had at length reached their breakfast-point.
It may not be a very romantic, but it is an interesting fact, that the joys connected with intellectual and material food are intimately blended. Man, without intellectual food, becomes a "lower animal."
What intellectual man is without material food, even for part of a day, let those testify who have had the misfortune to go on a pic-nic, and discover that an essential element of diet had been forgotten. It is not merely that food is necessary to maintain our strength; were that so, a five minutes" pause, or ten at the outside, would suffice, in Captain Wopper"s phraseology, to take in cargo, or coal the human engine; but we "_rejoice_ in food," and we believe that none enjoy it so much as those whose intellectual appet.i.te is strong. If any doubters of these truths had witnessed the Professor and his friends at breakfast that morning on the Grand Plateau, they must have infallibly been convinced.
"What a gourmand he is!" whispered Lewis to the Captain, in reference to the man of science, "and such a genial outflow of wit to correspond with his amazing indraught of wittles."
The Captain"s teeth were at the moment fixed with almost tigerish ferocity in a chicken drumstick, but the humour and the amazing novelty--to say nothing of the truth--of Lewis"s remark made him remove the drumstick, and give vent to a roar of laughter that shook the very summit of Mont Blanc--at all events the Professor said it did, and he was a man who weighed his words and considered well his sentiments.
"Do not imagine that I exaggerate," he said, as distinctly as was compatible with a very large mouthful of ham and bread, "sound is a motion of vibration, not of translation. That delightfully sonorous laugh emitted by Captain Wopper (pa.s.s the wine, Slingsby--thanks) was an impulse or push delivered by his organs of respiration to the particles of air in immediate contact with his magnificent beard. The impulse thus given to the air was re-delivered or pa.s.sed on, not as I pa.s.s the mutton to Dr Lawrence (whose plate is almost empty), but by each particle of air pa.s.sing the impulse to its neighbour; thus creating an aerial wave, or mult.i.tude of waves, which rolled away into s.p.a.ce. Those of the waves which rolled in the direction of Mont Blanc communicated their vibrations to the more solid atoms of the mountain, these pa.s.sed the motion on to each other, of course with slight--inconceivably slight--but actual force, and thus the tremor pa.s.sed entirely through the mountain, out on the other side, greatly diminished in power no doubt, and right on throughout s.p.a.ce.--Hand me the bread, Lewis, and don"t sit grinning there like a Cheshire cat with tic-douloureux in its tail."
At this Slingsby laughed and shook the mountain again, besides overturning a bottle of water, and upsetting the gravity of Antoine Grennon, who chanced to be looking at him; for the artist"s mouth, being large, and also queerly shaped, appeared to the guide somewhat ludicrous. Sympathy, like waves of sound, is easily transmitted. Thus, on the Captain making to Antoine the very simple remark that the "mootong was mannyfeek," there was a general roar that ought to have brought Mont Blanc down about their ears. But it didn"t--it only shook him. Laughter and sympathy combined improve digestion and strengthen appet.i.te. Thus the Professor"s brilliant coruscations, and the appreciative condition of his audience, created an enjoyment of that morning"s meal which was remembered with pleasure long after the event, and induced an excessive consumption of food, which called forth the remonstrances of the guide, who had to remind his uproarious flock that a portion must be reserved for the descent. To the propriety of this Lewis not only a.s.sented, but said that he meant to continue the ascent, and rose for that purpose, whereupon the Doctor said that he dissented entirely from the notion that bad puns increased the hilarity of a party, and the Captain, giving an impulse to the atmosphere with his respiratory organs, produced the sound "Avast!" and advised them to clap a stopper in their potato-traps.
Even at these sallies they all laughed--proving, among other things, that mountain air and exercise, combined with intellectual and physical food, are conducive to easy-going good humour.
It is not impossible that the tremors to which Mont Blanc had been subjected that morning had put him a little out of humour, for our mountaineers had scarcely recommenced their upward toil when he shrouded his summit in a few fleecy clouds. The guide shook his head at this.
"I fear the weather won"t hold," he said.
"Won"t hold!" exclaimed the Captain, "why, it"s holdin" now as hard as it can grip."
"True," observed the Professor; "but weather in these regions is apt to change its mood rather suddenly."
"Yet there seems to me no sign of an unfavourable change," said Lawrence, looking up at the blue and almost cloudless sky.
"Fleecy clouds are fleeting at times," returned the Professor, pointing to the summit which again showed its cap of clear dazzling white, "but at other times they are indicative of conditions that tend to storm.
However, we must push on and hope for the best."
They did push on accordingly, and all, except the guide, had no difficulty in "hoping." As they pa.s.sed over the Plateau the sun poured floods of light on the snow, from the little crystals of which it shone with prismatic colours, as though the place had been strewn with diamonds. The spirit of levity was put to flight by this splendid spectacle, and the feelings of the travellers were deepened to solemnity when the guide pointed to a yawning creva.s.se into which, he said, three guides were hurled by an avalanche in the year 1820. He also related how, on one occasion, a party of eleven tourists perished, not far from where they then stood, during a terrible storm, and how an English lady and her guide were, at another time, lost in a neighbouring creva.s.se.
By this time all except the chief among the surrounding heights were beginning to look insignificant by comparison, and the country a.s.sumed a sort of rugged flatness in consequence of being looked down upon from such an elevation. Pa.s.sing the Grand Plateau they reached a steep incline, which rose towards a tremendous ice-precipice. From the upper edge of this there hung gigantic icicles. Up the incline they went slowly, for the crust of the snow broke down at every step, and the Captain, being heavy, began to show symptoms of excessive heat and labouring breath, but he grew comparatively cool on coming to a snow-bridge which had to be pa.s.sed in order to get over a creva.s.se.
"It"ll never bear my weight," he said, looking doubtfully at the frail bridge, and at the blue gulf, which appeared to be a bottomless pit.
Antoine, however, thought it might prove strong enough. He patted the snow gently, as on previous occasions of a similar kind, and advanced with caution, while his followers fixed their heels in the snow, and held tight to the rope to save him if he should break through. He pa.s.sed in safety, and the others followed, but new difficulties awaited them on the other side. Just beyond this bridge they came to a slope from which the snow had been completely swept, leaving the surface of hard ice exposed. It was so steep that walking on it was impossible.
Antoine, therefore, proceeded to cut steps along its face. Two swings of his ponderous mountain-axe were sufficient to cut each step in the brittle ice, and in a few minutes the whole party were on the slope, every man having a coil of the rope round his waist, while, with the spike of his alpenstock driven firmly into the ice, he steadied himself before taking each successive step.
There would have been no difficulty in crossing such a slope if its base had terminated in snow, but as it went straight down to the brow of an ice-precipice, and then abruptly terminated in a cornice, from which the giant icicles, before mentioned, hung down into an unfathomable abyss, each man knew that a false step, a slip, or the loss of balance, might result in the instant destruction of the whole party. They moved therefore very slowly, keeping their eyes steadily fixed on their feet.
The mercurial temperament of Mr Slingsby was severely tried at this point. His desire to look up and revel in the beauties of nature around him proved too strong a temptation. While gazing with feelings of awe at the terrible edge or cornice below he became, for the first time, fully alive to his situation,--the smallness of the step of ice on which he stood, the exceeding steepness of the gla.s.sy slope below, the dread abyss beyond! He shut his eyes; a giddy feeling came over him--a rush of horror.
"Take care, Monsieur!" was uttered in a quick, deep tone, behind him.
It was the warning voice of Le Croix, who observed his condition.
The warning came too late. Slingsby wavered, threw up his arms, slipped, and fell with an appalling shriek.
Le Croix, however, was prepared. In an instant he had fixed his staff and heels firmly, and had leaned well back to resist the pull. The porter in front was not less prompt; the stout rope stood the strain; and in another moment the artist was restored to his position, panting, pale, and humbled.
A few minutes sufficed to restore his confidence sufficiently to admit of his proceeding, and, with many warnings to be more cautious, the advance was continued.
Up to this point the weather had favoured them, but now Mont Blanc seemed as if inclined to resent the free and easy way in which these men of mingled muscle and science had attacked his crown. He drew several ominous clouds around him, and shook out a flood of h.o.a.ry locks from his white head, which, caught up by a blast, created apparently for the purpose, were whirled aloft in wild confusion, and swooped down upon the mountaineers with bitter emphasis, in the form of snow-drift, as if they had come direct from Captain Wopper"s favourite place of reference,-- Nova Zembla. Coats, which had hitherto been carried on the arm or thrown open, were put on and b.u.t.toned, and heads were bent to meet the blast and repel the snow-drift. Little was said, save a murmured doubt by Antoine as to the possibility of gaining the summit, even although they were now so near it, for the day was far spent by that time, and the rugged nature of the route over they had pa.s.sed, precluded the possibility of a rapid return to the hut at the Grands Mulets. They pushed steadily on, however, for the Professor was anxious to bury his thermometer in the snow at the top; the guide was anxious to maintain his credit for perseverance; and the others were anxious to be able to say they had reached the highest height in Europe.
In any weather the ascent of Mont Blanc requires somewhat more than the average share of physical vigour and perseverance; in bad weather it demands unusual strength and resolution. When, therefore, a severe storm of wind arose, most of the party began to show symptoms of distress. The labour of ascending, being coupled with that of forcing way against the blast, was very exhausting to the muscles, while the extreme cold reduced the physical energy and cooled the most sanguine spirit. Antoine alone seemed to be proof against all influences, but the responsibility lying on him clouded his usually open countenance with a careworn expression. Prudence counselled immediate return.
Ambition, as they were now so near the top, urged prolonged effort. The guide expressed his anxieties, but meeting with no response, followed the dictates of his feelings, and pushed on.
Like pillars of living snow they toiled patiently upwards. Breath became too precious to waste in words. They advanced in silence. The wind howled around them, and the snow circled in mad evolutions, as if the demon of wintry storms dwelt there, and meant to defend his citadel to the "bitter end." There are two rocks near the summit, which crop through the ice like rugged jewels in the monarch"s diadem. The lower is named the Pet.i.ts Mulets, the upper the Derniers Roches. On reaching the latter of these they paused a few moments to rest. A feeling of certainty that the end would be gained now began to prevail, but the guide was a little alarmed, and the Professor horrified, on looking at their companions" faces, to observe that they were pinched, haggard, and old-looking, as if they all had aged somewhat during the last few hours!
Captain Wopper"s rubicund visage was pale, and his nose blue; the face of Lewis was white all over, and drawn, as if he were suffering pain; Dr Lawrence"s countenance was yellow, and Slingsby"s was green. The Professor himself was as bad as his comrades, and the porters were no better.