Three Vassar girls in Switzerland . agnificent view of the Weisshorn — a shining crystal miracle in acircle of billowy clouds, the morning mists apparently cleft throughby a wedge of transparent glass. Again there came to her theexuberant uplifting of soul which she had felt on the Wengern Alp. I cannot fail to be noble insuch noble surroundings, shethought; and twining an armaround Katchen, she joined thefamily below. Honest Yakobwas smoking his porcelain pipe;but he shut down its silver lidwith a snap as she approached. Good morning, cousin, he saidheartily. My daughter Annettehere says that
Three Vassar girls in Switzerland . agnificent view of the Weisshorn — a shining crystal miracle in acircle of billowy clouds, the morning mists apparently cleft throughby a wedge of transparent glass. Again there came to her theexuberant uplifting of soul which she had felt on the Wengern Alp. I cannot fail to be noble insuch noble surroundings, shethought; and twining an armaround Katchen, she joined thefamily below. Honest Yakobwas smoking his porcelain pipe;but he shut down its silver lidwith a snap as she approached. Good morning, cousin, he saidheartily. My daughter Annettehere says that our ways are notfine enough for you, but we havea breakfast this morning that isfit for a kaiser. I went huntingonce with the grand duke ofBaden, who was spending asummer at The Riffel. We hadno such luck as this. Mother Lochwalder is always talking about that hunt with the grand duke, shesaid. One would fancy that Yakob was one of the invited guests,when in reality he was only a pack animal like the other YAKOB LOCHWALDER. 134 THREE VASSAR GIRLS IN SWITZERLAND. It is well said, one must never believe a Jagdgeschichte (story of ahuntsman). Margaret expressed her appreciation and seated herself at the tableas Katchen drew up a chair for her. Nay, come first without and see the creatures head. I have cut itoff to take to Zermatt, to the taxidermist below there. He will mountit, and sell it to some traveller who will boast that he has killed thesteinbock—the liar. It is not every one who is quick enough tobring down a creature like that, even if he has the luck to see him. Yes, take the head to the taxidermist, Margaret replied ; but donot sell it. My grandfather will be glad to buy it of you, and it willbe glory enough for him to tell his friends that he has eaten a steakfrom the animal. Nikolas stood outside the chalet looking at the head of the stein-bock. The poor deformed creature was scarcely less repulsive by day-light than when Margaret had fir
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