daylight—blessed daylight! how often longed for by the sick and weary! how imperfectly appreciated by those whose chief thoughts and experiences of night are fitly expressed by the couplet:—
“bed, bed, delicious bed,
haven of rest for the weary head.”
daylight came at last, to the intense relief of poor lewis, who had become restless as the interminable night wore on, and the cold seemed to penetrate to his very marrow. although unable to sleep, however, he lay perfectly still, being anxious not to interrupt the rest of his companion. but le croix, like the other, did not sleep soundly; he awoke several times, and, towards morning, began to dream and mutter short sentences.
at first lewis paid no attention to this, but at length, becoming weary of his own thoughts, he set himself with a half-amused feeling to listen. the amusement gave place to surprise and to a touch of sadness when he found that the word ‘gold’ frequently dropped from the sleeper’s lips.
“can it be,” he thought, “that this poor fellow is really what they say, a half-crazed gold-hunter? i hope not. it seems nonsensical. i never heard of there being gold in these mountains. yet it may be so, and too much longing after gold is said to turn people crazy. i shouldn’t wonder if it did.”
thoughts are proverbial wanderers, and of a wayward spirit, and not easy of restraint. they are often very honest too, and refuse to flatter. as the youth lay on his back gazing dreamily from that giddy height on the first faint tinge of light that suffused the eastern sky, his thoughts rambled on in the same channel.
“strange, that a chamois-hunter should become a gold-hunter. how much more respectable the former occupation, and yet how many gold-hunters there are in the world! gamblers are gold-hunters; and i was a gambler once! aha! mr lewis, the cap once fitted you! fitted, did i say? it fits still. have i not been playing billiards every night nearly since i came here, despite captain wopper’s warnings and the lesson i got from poor leven? poor leven indeed! it’s little gold that he has, and i robbed him. however, i paid him back, that’s one comfort, and my stakes now are mere trifles—just enough to give interest to the game. yet, shame on you, lewie; can’t you take interest in a game for its own sake? the smallest coin staked involves the spirit of gambling. you shouldn’t do it, my boy, you know that well enough, if you’d only let your conscience speak out. and nita seems not to like it too—ah, nita! she’s as good as gold—as good! ten million times better than the finest gold. i wonder why that queer careworn look comes over her angel face when she hears me say that i’ve been having a game of billiards? i might whisper some flattering things to myself in reference to this, were it not that she seems just as much put out when any one else talks about it. ah, nita!”
it is unnecessary to follow the youth’s thoughts further, for, having got upon nita, they immediately ceased their wayward wandering practices and remained fixed on that theme.
soon afterwards, the light being sufficient the mountaineers rose and continued their descent which was accomplished after much toil and trouble, and they proceeded at a quick pace over the glacier towards the place where the chamois had been left the previous day.
“why are you so fond of gold, le croix?” said lewis, abruptly, and in a half-jesting tone, as they walked along.
the hunter’s countenance flushed deeply, and he turned with a look of severity towards his companion.
“who said that i was fond of it?”
“a very good friend of mine,” replied lewis, with a light laugh.
“he can be no friend of mine,” returned the hunter, with contracted brows.
“i’m not so sure of that,” said the other; “at least if you count yourself a friend. you whispered so much about gold in your dreams this morning that i came to the conclusion you were rather fond of it.”
the expression of the hunter changed completely. there seemed to be a struggle between indignation and sorrow in his breast as he stopped, and, facing his companion, said, with vehemence—
“monsieur, i do not count myself a friend. i have ever found self to be my greatest enemy. the good god knows how hard i have fought against self for years, and how often—oh, how often—i have been beaten down and overcome. god help me. it is a weary struggle.”
lecroix’s countenance and tones changed as rapidly as the cloud-forms on his own mountain peaks. his last words were uttered with the deepest pathos, and his now pale face was turned upward, as if he sought for hope from a source higher than the “everlasting hills.” lewis was amazed at the sudden burst of feeling in one who was unusually quiet and sedate, and stood looking at him in silence.
“young man,” resumed the hunter, in a calmer tone, laying his large brown hand impressively on the youth’s shoulder, “you have heard aright. i have loved gold too much. if i had resisted the temptation at the first i might have escaped, but i shall yet be saved, ay, despite of self, for there is a saviour! for years i have sought for gold among these mountains. they tell me it is to be found there, but i have never found it. to-day i intended to have visited yonder yellow cliffs high up on the shoulder of the pass. do you see them?”
he pointed eagerly, and a strange gleam was in his blue eyes as he went on to say rapidly, and without waiting for an answer—
“i have not yet been up there. it looks a likely place—a very likely place—but your words have turned me from my purpose. the evil spirit is gone for to-day—perhaps for ever. come,” he added, in a tone of firm determination, “we will cross this crevasse and hasten down to the cave.”
he wrenched himself round while he spoke, as if the hand of some invisible spirit had been holding him, and hurried quickly towards a wide crevasse which crossed their path at that place.
“had we not better tie ourselves together before attempting it?” suggested lewis, hastening after him.
le croix did not answer, but quickened his pace to a run.
“not there!” exclaimed lewis, in sudden alarm. “it is almost too wide for a leap, and the snow on the other side overhangs. stop! for god’s sake—not there!”
he rushed forward, but was too late. le croix was already on the brink of the chasm; next moment, with a tremendous bound, he cleared it, and alighted on the snow beyond. his weight snapped off the mass, his arms were thrown wildly aloft, and, with a shout, rather than a cry, he fell headlong into the dark abyss!
horror-stricken, unable to move or cry out lewis stood on the edge. from far down in the blue depths of the crevasse there arose a terrible sound, as if of a heavy blow. it was followed by the familiar rattling of masses of falling ice, which seemed to die away in the profound heart of the glacier.
the “weary struggle” had come to an end at last. the chamois-hunter had found a tomb, like too many, alas! of his bold-hearted countrymen, among those great fields of ice, over which he had so often sped with sure foot and cool head in days gone by.
lewis was as thoroughly convinced that his late comrade was dead, as if he had seen his mangled corpse before him, but with a sort of passionate unbelief he refused to admit the fact. he stood perfectly motionless, as if transfixed and frozen, in the act of bending over the crevasse. he listened intently and long for a sound which yet he knew could never come. an oppressive, sickening silence reigned around him, which he suddenly broke with a great and terrible cry, as, recovering from his stupor, he hurried wildly to and fro, seeking for some slope by which he might descend to the rescue of his friend.
vainly he sought. both walls of the crevasse were sheer precipices of clear ice. at one spot, indeed, he found a short slope, and, madly seizing his axe, he cut foot-holds down it, descending, quite regardless of danger, until the slope became too perpendicular to admit of farther progress. struck then with alarm for himself, he returned cautiously to the top, while beads of cold perspiration stood on his pale brow. a few minutes more, and he became sufficiently calm to realise the fact that poor le croix was indeed beyond all hope. as the truth was forced into his heart he covered his face with his hands and wept bitterly.
it was long ere the passionate burst of feeling subsided. lewis was very impressionable, and his young heart recoiled in agony from such a shock. although the hunter had been to him nothing but a pleasant guide, he now felt as if he had lost a friend. when his mind was capable of connected thought he dwelt on the unfortunate man’s kindly, modest, and bold disposition, and especially on the incidents of the previous night, when they two had lain side by side like brothers on their hard couch.
at last he rose, and, with a feeling of dead weight crushing his spirit began to think of continuing his descent. he felt that, although there was no hope of rescuing life, still no time should be lost in rousing the guides of chamouni and recovering, if possible, the remains.
other thoughts now came upon him with a rush. he was still high up among the great cliffs, and alone! the vale of chamouni was still far distant, and he was bewildered as to his route, for, in whatever direction he turned, nothing met his eye save wildly-riven glaciers or jagged cliffs and peaks. he stood in the midst of a scene of savage grandeur, which corresponded somewhat with his feelings.
his knowledge of ice-craft, if we may use the expression, was by that time considerable, but he felt that it was not sufficient for the work that lay before him; besides, what knowledge he possessed could not make up for the want of a companion and a rope, while, to add to his distress, weakness, resulting partly from hunger, began to tell on him.
perhaps it was well that such thoughts interfered with those that unmanned him, for they served to rouse his spirit and nerve him to exertion. feeling that his life, under god, depended on the wisdom, vigour, and promptitude of his actions during the next few hours, he raised his eyes upward for a moment, and, perhaps for the first time in his life, asked help and guidance of his creator, with the feeling strong upon him that help and guidance were sorely needed.
almost at the commencement of his descent an event occurred which taught him the necessity of extreme caution. this was the slipping of his axe. he had left the fatal crevasse only a few hundred yards behind him, when he came to a fracture in the ice that rendered it impossible to advance in that direction any longer; he therefore turned aside, but was met by a snow slope which terminated in another yawning crevasse. while standing on the top of this, endeavouring to make up his mind as to the best route to be followed, he chanced to swing his axe carelessly and let it fall. instantly it turned over the edge, and shot like an arrow down the slope. he was ice-man enough to know that the loss of his axe in such circumstances was equivalent to the signing of his death-warrant and his face flushed with the gush of feeling that resulted from the accident. fortunately, the head of the weapon caught on a lamp of ice just at the edge of the crevasse, and the handle hung over it. something akin to desperation now took possession of the youth. the slope was far too steep to slide down. not having his axe, it was impossible to cut the necessary steps. in any case it was excessively dangerous, for, although the snow was not new, it lay on such an incline that the least weight on it might set it in motion, in which case inevitable death would have been the result. the case was too critical to admit of delay or thought. at all hazards the axe must be recovered. he therefore lay down with his face to the slope, and began to kick foot-holds with the toe of his boots. it was exceedingly slow and laborious work, for he dared not to kick with all his force, lest he should lose his balance, and, indeed, he only retained it by thrusting both arms firmly into the upper holes and fixing one foot deep in a lower hole, while with the other he cautiously kicked each new step in succession. at last, after toiling steadily thus for two hours, he regained his axe.
the grip with which he seized the handle, and the tender feeling with which he afterwards laid it on his shoulder, created in him a new idea as to the strange affection with which man can be brought to regard inanimate objects, and the fervency with which he condemned his former flippancy, and vowed never more to go out on the high alps alone, formed a striking commentary on the adage, “experience teaches fools!”
for some time after this lewis advanced with both speed and caution. at each point of vantage that he reached he made a rapid and careful survey of all the ground before him, decided on the exact route which he should take, as far as the eye could range, and then refused every temptation to deviate from it save when insurmountable obstacles presented themselves in the shape of unbridged crevasses or sheer ice-precipices. such obstacles were painfully numerous, but by indomitable perseverance, and sometimes by a desperate venture, he overcame them.
once he got involved in a succession of crevasses which ran into each other, so that he found himself at last walking on the edge of a wedge of ice not a foot broad, with unfathomable abysses on either side. the wedge terminated at last in a thin edge with a deep crevasse beyond. he was about to retrace his steps—for the tenth time in that place—when it struck him that if he could only reach the other side of the crevasse on his right, he might gain a level patch of ice that appeared to communicate with the sounder part of the glacier beyond. he paused and drew his breath. it was not much of a leap. in ordinary circumstances he could have bounded over it like a chamois, but he was weak now from hunger and fatigue; besides which, the wedge on which he stood was rotten, and might yield to his bound, while the opposite edge seemed insecure and might fail him, like the mass that had proved fatal to le croix.
he felt the venture to be desperate, but the way before him was yet very long, and the day was declining. screwing up his courage he sprang over, and a powerful shudder shook his frame when he alighted safe on the other side.
farther down the glacier he came to a level stretch, and began to walk with greater speed, neglecting for a little the precaution of driving the end of his axe-handle into the snow in front at each step. the result was, that he stepped suddenly on the snow that concealed a narrow crevasse. it sank at once, sending something like a galvanic shock through his frame. the shock effected what his tired muscles might have failed to accomplish. it caused him to fling himself backward with cat-like agility, and thus he escaped narrowly. it is needless to say that thereafter he proceeded with a degree of care and caution that might have done credit even to a trained mountaineer.
at last lewis found it necessary to quit the glacier and scale the mountains by way of a pass which led into the gorge from which he hoped to reach the vale of chamouni. he was in great perplexity here, for, the aspect of the country being unfamiliar to his eye, he feared that he must have lost his way. nothing but decision, however, and prompt action could serve him now. to have vacillated or retraced part of his steps, would have involved his spending a second night among the icy solitudes without shelter; and this he felt, fatigued and fasting as he was, would have been quite beyond his powers of endurance. he therefore crossed the bergschrund, or crevasse between the glacier and the cliffs, on a snow-bridge, faced the mountain-side once more, and, toiling upwards, reached the summit of the pass a little before sunset. fortunately the weather continued fine, and the country below appeared much less rugged than that over which he had passed, but he had not yet got clear of difficulties. just below him lay the longest ice-slope, or couloir, he had hitherto encountered. the snow had been completely swept off its surface, and it bore evidence of being the channel down which rushed the boulders and obelisks of ice that strewed the plain below. to reach that plain by any other route would have involved a circuit of unknown extent. the risk was great but the danger of delay was greater. he swung the heavy axe round his head, and began at once the tedious process of cutting steps. being an apt scholar, he had profited well from the lessons taught by le croix and others. quick, yet measured and firm, was each stroke. a forced calmness rested on his face, for, while the ice-blocks above, apparently nodding to their fall, warned him to make haste, the fear of slipping a foot, or losing balance, compelled him to be very cautious. in such a case, a rope round the waist and a friend above would have been of inestimable value.
when about two-thirds of the way down, the exhausted youth was forced to stop for a few seconds to rest. just then several pieces of ice, the size of a man’s head, rushed down the couloir and dashed close past him. they served to show the usual direction of an avalanche. fearing they were the prelude to something worse, he quickly cut his way to the side of the couloir. he was not a moment too soon. glancing up in alarm, he saw the foundations of one of the largest ice-masses give way. the top bent over slowly at first, then fell forward with a crash and broke into smaller fragments, which dashed like lightning down the slope, leaping from side to side, and carrying huge rocks and masses of débris to the plain with horrible din.
poor lewis felt his spirit and his body shrink. he had, however, chosen his position well. nothing save a cloud of dust and snow reached him, but the part of the slope down which he had passed was swept clean as with the besom of destruction. it was an awful ordeal for one so young and inexperienced, for the risk had to be encountered again. “the sooner the better,” thought he, and immediately swayed aloft his axe again, lifting, as he did so, his heart to his maker for the second time that day. a few minutes more, and he stood at the foot of the couloir.
without a moment’s pause he hurried on, and finally reached the lower slopes of the mountains. here, to his inexpressible joy and thankfulness, he fell in with a sheep-track, and, following it up, was soon on the high-road of the valley. but it was not till far on in the night that he reached chamouni, scarce able to drag himself along.
he went straight to the bureau of guides, where a profound sensation was created by the sad tidings which he brought. antoine grennon happened to be there, and to him lewis told his sad tale, at the same time eagerly suggesting that an immediate search should be made for the body, and offering to go back at once to guide them to the scene of the accident. antoine looked earnestly in the youth’s face.
“ah, monsieur,” he said, shaking his head, “you are not fit to guide any one to-night. besides, i know the place well. if poor le croix has fallen into that crevasse, he is now past all human aid.”
“but why not start at once?” said lewis, anxiously, “if there is but the merest vestige of a chance—”
“there is no chance, monsieur, if your description is correct; besides, no man could find the spot in a dark night. but rest assured that we will not fail to do our duty to our comrade. a party will start off within an hour, proceed as far as is possible during the night, and, at the first gleam of day, we will push up the mountains. we need no one to guide us, but you need rest. go, in the morning you may be able to follow us.”
we need scarcely say that the search was unavailing. the body of the unfortunate hunter was never recovered. in all probability it still lies entombed in the ice of the great glacier.
