. Travels in the Pyrenees : including Andorra and the coast from Barcelona to Carcassonne. darknessnor night. Presently, asthe world swung upwards,the mighty peaks becameillumined, the white snowon their summits shiningin the bright radiance, andthe mists drifting aboutthem, now grey, now in-candescent. Yet later theold fortified Castle of Aragon, the Tour Cerdagne, caught thesunlight far down in the centre of the profound valley, andglowed proudly upon its massive base of glacial rock. Mean-while we were ascending the Col of Puigmorens by thelong winding carriage-road, in the teeth of a fresh
. Travels in the Pyrenees : including Andorra and the coast from Barcelona to Carcassonne. darknessnor night. Presently, asthe world swung upwards,the mighty peaks becameillumined, the white snowon their summits shiningin the bright radiance, andthe mists drifting aboutthem, now grey, now in-candescent. Yet later theold fortified Castle of Aragon, the Tour Cerdagne, caught thesunlight far down in the centre of the profound valley, andglowed proudly upon its massive base of glacial rock. Mean-while we were ascending the Col of Puigmorens by thelong winding carriage-road, in the teeth of a fresh breeze. Peutetre trop frais/ as the driver said. We were alone, the two of us. Monsieur Couderc havingfailed to present himself. How about Couderc ? I said to his friend Garetta. Couderc ? he said— oh, thats his way. He has a longtongue and a large appetite, but he does nothing. He feedsat the hotel and never pays. Secretary of the Strike ? Yes ! He is fond of makingtrouble and gets a piece of a hundred sous out of it now andthen. The Lac de Fontvive ? Oh yes, he is the lessee ; and. PONT DE ST. ANTONI, ANDORRA ^66 TRAVELS IN THE PYRENEES he goes off there and catches trout sometimes: it amuseshim. As to money—not much. Garetta, I found, was a very different man to Couderc, assHght and fair and Northern in his type as the other was bigand dark and flamboyant, with the opulent flamboyance ofthe South. He is the very image of my friend H. S., theAfrican explorer, and perhaps for this reason I could not getrid of the conviction that he was an Englishman, and not aFrenchman at all. But, in truth, the mans whole manner ofthinking, of speech, of action, his pose, were English. At Porte, he said, * monsieur, we are completely shutin by the snow in winter, and often cannot get out of ourhouses. Par Dieti, it is the life of a slave. One might as wellbe in prison. The International Railway? No fear, it is going todeprive us of what few advantages we do possess. Untilnow, Porte has a
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