Three Vassar girls in Switzerland . ed the Judge, by several Americans;and among others by Dr. John S. White ofNew York, and by his son, a Harvard student,whose intellectual and athletic prowess at theage of seventeen are alike remarkable. It hasalso been made by ladies. The first was aFrench woman, Mademoiselle dAngeville, whoaccomplished it in 1840. The rarity of theatmosphere frequently causes a giddiness, andeven temporary insanity, which is known tothe guides as the mountain sickness. It isan expensive trip, for besides provisions andequipments, four or more guides must be en-gaged, at tw
Three Vassar girls in Switzerland . ed the Judge, by several Americans;and among others by Dr. John S. White ofNew York, and by his son, a Harvard student,whose intellectual and athletic prowess at theage of seventeen are alike remarkable. It hasalso been made by ladies. The first was aFrench woman, Mademoiselle dAngeville, whoaccomplished it in 1840. The rarity of theatmosphere frequently causes a giddiness, andeven temporary insanity, which is known tothe guides as the mountain sickness. It isan expensive trip, for besides provisions andequipments, four or more guides must be en-gaged, at twenty dollars apiece. None of my money shall go in that way,said the cautious Judge. Experience is the best school-teacher;but shes a very expensive one, as I have ascertained. The remainder of the party improved the day — a remarkablyclear one — by climbing to a sightly point called The Chapeau, acliff -opposite Montanvert, where a hut had been erected for the useof travellers; and here one clear day they enjoyed a picnic and a. TO THINK THAT I WASLIKE THAT ! THE GREAT ST. BERNARD AND MONT BLANC. 219 magnificent view of the mighty Mer de Glace, formed by the unionof three glaciers, and not inappropriately named; for its sharp pin-nacles are not unlike the stormy waves of an angry sea. I think Shelley has best described this spot, said Margaret,reading the following selection made for the Judges note-book: — The glaciers creepLike snakes that watch their prey from their far fountains,Slowly rolling on; there many a precipice,Frost and the sun in scorn of mortal powerHave piled dome, pyramid, and pinnacle;A city of death, distinct with many a towerAnd wall impregnable of beaming not a city; but a flood of ruinIs there, that from the boundaries of the skyRolls its perpetual stream; vast pines are strewingIts destined path, or in the mangled soilBranchless and shattered stand; the rocks, drawn downFrom yon remotest waste, have overthrownThe limits of the dead and livi
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