It had not been necessary for us to pa.s.s through Bern; it was, in fact, a few yards more or less out of the most direct path. We chose this route simply and solely with the view of paying a visit to the Bears. Molly had never met them; I had neglected them since childhood; Jack looked forward to the pleasure of introducing them to his wife.
It was on our way to call upon the Bears, that destiny seduced me to turn my head at a certain moment, and look into a shop window.
Suddenly the flame of my desire for the walking solo with a mule accompaniment (somewhat diminished lately, I confess) leaped up anew.
There were things in that window which made a man long to be a hermit.
"Mrs. Winston." I cried (Molly was driving), "for goodness" sake stop."
In an instant the car slowed down. "What is the matter?" she implored.
"Are you ill? Have we run over anything?"
"No, but look there," I said eagerly. "What an outfit for a camping tour! My mouth waters only at sight of it."
"Greedy fellow," commented Jack from the tonneau. "Drive on, Molly.
Get him past the shop. He doesn"t really want any of those things, and wouldn"t use them if he had them. The sooner he forgets the better."
"Never shall I forget that Instantaneous Breakfast for an Alpiniste,"
I fiercely protested, "and I will have it at any cost. I know there"s no other shop on the Continent like this, and I shall buy an outfit for myself and mule, here, if I have to come back from Lucerne by train for it."
"Hang your mule!" exclaimed Jack. "I was hoping you"d forgotten all about him by this time, and had made up your mind to go on with us indefinitely."
I saw reproach blaze through the talc triangle in Molly"s mushroom.
(Yet I thought she liked me, and had not, thus far, found "three a crowd.")
"Lord Lane isn"t a _chameleon_, Jack," said she, "that he should change his mind every few minutes. _Of course_ he"s going to have his mule trip. And as for this shop, all those dear little pots and kettles and things in the window are too cute for words. He _shall_ have them."
Was I to be a bone of contention between husband and wife?
"Please, both of you come in and help me choose," I meekly pleaded, in haste to restore the peace which I had broken.
We got out, and a small crowd collected round the car, Gotteland standing by with his chin raised and the exact expression of the frog footman in "Alice in Wonderland." One would have said that he saw, afar off, the graves of his ancestors, on the summit of some lonely mountain.
It was what Molly would have called a "lovely" shop, and it did business under the strange device: "Magasin Suisse d"Equipment Sportif." The name alone was worth the money one would spend.
Everything to cover the outer, and nourish the inner sportsman, was to be had. I felt that I could scarcely be lonely or sad if I possessed a stock of these friendly articles. Jack"s ribald advice to buy a pelerine, and a green-loden Gemsjager hat with a feather, stirred me neither to smiles nor anger, for Molly and I were already deep in exploration.
The first thing I bought was a mule-pack. Being a merciful man, I chose one of medium size, for already I could fancy myself becoming fond of the animal which was to be my companion in many wild and solitary places, and I did not wish to overburden him. I then, aided and abetted by Molly, began to choose the pack"s contents.
An "_Appareil de cuisson alpin, Ideal_" went without saying, like the air one breathes. It composed itself, according to the voluble attendant who displayed it, of six parts, each part far better than the others. There was a _gamelle_, with a "_crochet pour l"enlever_"
and a _couvercle_, which, not to show itself proud, would lend its services also as an _a.s.siette_ or a _poele a frire_. There was the burner of alcohol; there was "_le couvercle de celui-ci_," which served equally to measure the spirit, and there was a charming _appareil brise vent_ which had the air of defying tornadoes. When I had secured this treasure, Molly drew my attention to a series of aluminium boxes made to fit eggs and sandwiches. I bought these also, and, pleased with the clean white metal, invested in plates, goblets, and water bottles of the same. Next came a _couvert pliant_, containing knife, fork, and spoon; and, lest I should be guilty of selfishness, I ordered a duplicate for the man who would look after the mule. Best of all, however, were the tinned soups, meats, vegetables, puddings, and cocoas, which you simply set on the fire in their bright little cans, and heated till they sent forth a steamy fragrance. Then you ate or drank them, and were happy as a king.
Molly and I selected a number of these, and completed the list with a sleeping bag and a _tente de touriste_, which she persuaded me would be indispensable when lost in the mountains, as I was sure to be, often.
When my goods and chattels came to be collected, we were shocked to find that the mule-pack would not contain them. The question remained, then, whether I should sacrifice these new possessions, already dear, or whether I should doom my mule to carry a greater burden. The attendant intimated that Swiss mules preferred heavy loads, and had they the vocal gifts of Balaam"s a.s.s, would demand them. Swayed by my desires and his arguments, I changed my pack for a larger one. After more than an hour in the shop, we tore ourselves away, leaving word that the things should be sent by post to Lucerne. We then repaired to the Bear Pit, by way of the Clock, and having supplied ourselves with plenty of carrots, had no cause to complain of our reception.
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CHAPTER V
In Search of a Mule
"Yes, we await it, but it still delays, and then we suffer."
--MATTHEW ARNOLD.
"When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee ...
Come, long-sought!"
--PERCY BYSSHE Sh.e.l.lEY.
Jack no longer attempted to dissuade me from my walking tour. Whether Molly had talked to him, or whether he had, unprompted, seen the error of his ways, I cannot tell, but the fact remains that, during the rest of our run to Lucerne, he showed a lively interest in the forthcoming trip.
"I suppose," said he, when we had caught our first sight of Pilatus (seen, as one might say, on his back premises), "I suppose that anywhere in Switzerland, there ought to be no trouble about finding a good pack-mule. Somehow one thinks of Switzerland and mules together, just as one does of bacon and eggs, or nuts and raisins, and yet, I can"t recall ever having come across any mules in Lucerne, can you, Monty?"
"No," I admitted, "but there were probably so many that one didn"t notice them--like flies, you know."
"Of course, the air of Switzerland is dark with mules and donkeys,"
said Molly, who always seemed quick to resent any obstacles thrown between me and my mule. "One sees them in picture books. All that Lord Lane will have to say is, "Let there be mules," and there will be mules--strings of them. He will only have to pick and choose. The thing will be to get a good one, and a nice, handsome, troubadour-sort of man who can cook, and jodel, and sew, and put up tents, and keep off murderers in mountain pa.s.ses at night. It may take a day or two to find exactly what is wanted."
"The best person in Switzerland to give Monty all the information he needs," said Jack, evidently not wholly convinced, "is Herr Widmer, who has an hotel high above Lucerne, on the Sonnenberg. He has another in Mentone, and I"ve heard him tell how he has often come up from the Riviera to Switzerland on horseback. He would be able to advise Monty exactly how to go."
"Let"s stop at his place on the Sonnenberg, then," said Molly, who never took more than sixty seconds to make the most momentous decisions, less important ones getting themselves arranged while slow-minded English people drew breath.
Certainly, as we drove through the streets of Lucerne, we saw neither mules nor donkeys, but Molly accounted for this by saying that no doubt they were all at dinner. In any case, with the blue lake a-glitter with silver sequins dropped from the gowns of those sparkling White Ladies, the mountains; the shops gay and bright in the sunshine, on one side the way, shadows lying cool and soft under the long line of green trees on the other, who could take thought of absent mules? Let them dine or die; it mattered not. Lucerne was beautiful, the day divine.
When we were lunching on the balcony of the Winstons" private sitting-room at the Sonnenberg, with mountains billowing round and below us, I saw that there was something on Molly"s mind for she was _distraite_. Suddenly she said, "Before you talk to Herr Widmer about your mule, don"t you think that you had better decide absolutely upon your route?"
"But, darling," objected Jack, "that is largely what he wants advice about."
"He can"t do better than take mine, then," said Molly. "Lord Lane, _promise_ me you"ll take mine and _no_ one"s else."
"Of course I"ll promise," I answered recklessly, for her eyes were irresistible, and any man would have been enraptured that so exquisite a creature should interest herself in his fate. "It doesn"t much matter to me where I go, so long as I can moon about in the mountains, and eventually, before I"m old and grey, bring up on the Riviera."
"Well, then," said Molly, "since you are so accommodating, I not only advise but _order_ you to go over the Great St. Bernard Pa.s.s, down to Aosta."
"Might a humble mortal ask, "Why Aosta?"" I ventured.
"Because it"s beautiful, and beneficent, and a great many other things which begin with B."
"You"ve never seen it, though," said Jack.
"But I"ve always wanted to see it, and as you and I have another programme to carry out at present, it would be nice if Lord Lane would go, and tell us all about it. He"s promised me to keep a sort of diary, for our benefit later."
"I saw the d.u.c.h.ess of Aosta married at Kingston-on-Thames," I reflected aloud. "She was a very pretty girl. What am I to do after I"ve made my pilgrimage to her country--about which, by the way, I know practically nothing except that there"s a poster in railway stations which represents it as having bright pink mountains and a purply-yellow sky?"
"Oh, after Aosta, I"ve no instructions," replied Molly, as if she washed her hands of me and of my affairs. "For the rest, let Fate decide." As she spoke, she looked mystic, sibylline, and I could almost fancy that before her dreamy eyes arose a vision of my future as if floating in a magic crystal. For an instant I was inclined to beg that she would prophesy, but the mood pa.s.sed. All that I asked or expected to get from the future was a mule, a man, some mountains, and forgetfulness.
It was decided, then, that the only questions to be put to Herr Widmer should concern the mule. I had a vague dream of presently standing on the balcony, while various muleteers and their well-groomed animals pa.s.sed in review under my eyes, but the landlord"s first words struck at my hopes and left them maimed.