“i don’t call france pretty at all, though mademoiselle does call it ‘la belle france,’” said squib from his station at the carriage window, after some hours of silent study. “it’s all flat like a map, and the trees look as if somebody had gone round with an axe and taken all their heads off when they were little, and the rivers look like canals. i like the people and the animals. it’s nice of the cows to help in the fields and to draw the wagons; and the dogs help too, which is very kind of them; and i like the funny clothes the people wear. i should like a blue blouse myself, when i get to switzerland. but i don’t call it pretty at all; not even the vineyards—and i always thought vineyards would be lovely. england is much prettier—but there’s something funny and queer about france, and that makes it interesting. i like the way they build their chateaux—with such queer little pepper-box towers, and such a lot of red roof. i should like to live in one of those little turrets myself, and have a lot of animals 48there to keep me company. but i don’t think there’s so very much in france that’s amusing.”
squib was keenly interested in all he saw, but his longing all the while was for switzerland, and the chalet in the hills of which he had heard so much, and lisa, who was to be waiting for them there, with her stories of mountain-spirits and the water-fairies. he was almost sorry when he found that a few days were to be spent at interlaken before they reached their final destination; yet as soon as they crossed the frontier the sense of interest and delight awoke within him, and he had no time for regrets or useless longings.
even the railway travelling was more amusing now—the little queer carriages with a passage all down them, the blowing of horns when each station was reached or left behind, the costumes of the peasants as the travellers got more and more into the heart of the country, and the increasing beauty and wildness of the views from the carriage window.
it was dark when they reached interlaken, and squib had been for some time asleep, leaning against his father’s shoulder. he did not remember much about the arrival that night, nor how he got into that funny little narrow wooden bed, with its big square pillows and little white eider-down quilt. but after sleeping the sound, dreamless sleep of childhood for a number of hours, squib suddenly woke up very wide to find the room bright with sunshine, and to 49realize, after a few moments of utter perplexity, that he was really in switzerland at last. with a great throb of sudden excitement he got quickly out of bed and pattered across the cold polished floor to the window. a white curtain was drawn across it, but in a moment squib had pulled this aside, and then he gave one great gasp and stood perfectly still—a little white figure, with a tumbled head of yellow-brown curls, and a pair of big grey eyes fixed immovably upon something outside that window, as though they would never be detached from the sight.
and what was it that squib saw? a great white dazzling peak rising up in stately grandeur against the glorious blue of the summer sky. the sunlight bathed it in golden light. in that wonderful brilliant clearness of early morning, space seemed annihilated, and the grand snow-peak seemed to squib to be strangely near—keeping silent watch and ward over the valley below and all the inhabitants of it. it was flanked and supported, as it were, by a whole range of rocky, snow-crowned mountains, yet seemed to stand alone, lifting its majestic head into the very heavens. squib stood and gazed with wonder, awe, and rapture, until the scene was graven into his memory for ever. what lisa had said about the spell of the snow-mountains was all true. he had begun already to feel it himself. he stood before the window lost to all sense of his surroundings, hearing none of the sounds about him, knowing 50nothing of where he was—eyes and heart and soul alike gone out to that lonely queen of the mountains, standing out in dazzling radiance against the brilliance of the morning sky. how long he thus stood he never knew, and he was only brought back to the things of the present by the sound of a laughing voice behind him.
“hallo, old chap!—lost in the clouds already? has the jungfrau bewitched you altogether? or are you ready for anything so sublunary as breakfast?”
squib turned round with a jump to find that uncle ronald had come in from his room next door, and to feel that his own cheeks were wet, just as if he had been crying, and he was quite positive he had not even been thinking of anything so silly!
“come, hurry up, youngster! you are late already; and we mean to go off to grindelwald after breakfast, so you must look sharp! yes, she’s a grand lady is the jungfrau—she gets at all of our hearts in a fashion; but hurry up now and come down to the breakfast-room. mountain air gives one a fine appetite, as you’ll find out before long.”
squib woke out of his dream only to find himself in a country of enchantment. he hurried through his toilet, and descended to find his party (with the exception of his mother, who was keeping to her room to recover from the fatigues of the journey) seated at one end of a very long table, of which they 51were the only occupants, and was soon seated beside them discussing omelette and cutlet with fried potato chips, queer curly rolls, and golden honey, with all the zest of a growing boy and of a mountain traveller. meantime he gleaned from the talk of his companions that they were about to drive into the heart of some of those mysterious regions of which he had hitherto dreamed, without daring to hope to see them. the glacier at grindelwald, the wonderful fall of the staubbach, the wengern alp, lauterbrunnen and mürren! he heard the names in a vague and dreamlike fashion, but hardly knew what was settled, and did not trouble to ask. what did it matter where they went in such a region of wonders? wherever they went, that great towering peak must be near at hand, and if he had that to look at he felt he need ask no more.
three or four wonderful days were passed by squib in this fairy region. each day the same carriage came to the door, with the same two strong, small, but willing and active little horses. he was set on the box beside the broad-faced driver, with whom he soon established terms of mutual intimacy, and after a little while he found himself able to exchange ideas with him with perfect freedom. he talked very much the same odd guttural language that lisa had spoken when she was excited and in earnest, and in a very short time all squib’s old fluency came back to him. he was interpreter to the whole party, and 52not a little proud of his position in that respect; but what he enjoyed even more was getting johann to tell him all about the mountains, the people who lived amongst them, what they did in the long, dark winter months, when the snow came down and shut them in week after week and month after month; how the men in summer went out as guides and porters, and took travellers across the passes and up the great white peaks; and how the women stayed at home and tilled the land, and made provision against the winter season, driving their flocks of goats out into the green hills, and making quantities of cheese, some to sell and some to lay by to be consumed when the dark, cold season set in.
johann had once been a guide himself, till a slight accident had hindered him from any more mountaineering, and had obliged him to take to the less exciting life of a driver during the busy summer season. but squib learned, to his deep excitement and delight, that his new friend had twice made the ascent of the jungfrau, and he made him give him every detail of the climb, and listened with breathless interest to the story each time it was related.
another friend squib made at this time was an old man who stood at a certain place in the roadway, where was a wonderful echo, and blew an immense long horn whenever visitors passed, so that they could hear the echoes reverberating and resounding backwards and forwards amongst the hills, till it 53seemed as if there were hundreds of voices all answering each other in weird cries. squib could have listened to these echoes for ever, and also to the stories the old man had to tell about the caves in the hills, and the wonders of torrent and valley. he twice spent an hour with him whilst others of the party were resting or sketching, and having won the old man’s confidence, both by his talk and by the gift of sundry coins, he was allowed to blow the great horn himself once or twice, a thing which filled him with delight, although he did not find himself very successful in bringing out the deeper and more powerful notes as the old man was able to do.
of his wonder and awe at the sight of the great glacier and its blue caves, or of those feelings which the sight of the dazzling snow-peaks awoke within him, squib never tried to speak. those about him were not even sure whether any very deep impression was made by them; but his observations on the manners and customs of the country would come out at intervals with a sudden rush, as when sitting at dinner on the eve of their departure for the chalet, he suddenly broke out,—
“i shall be sorry to go away for some things,”—this in answer to a question from his mother—“though i want to get to the chalet very much. but everything here is very funny and very interesting. i shall be sorry not to have johann and the 54horses any more. will everything be as funny up there as it is here?”
“how is it all funny?” asked uncle roland.
“oh, every way, you know. but i was thinking of the horses just then. i like the horses here, but i think it’s very confusing for them to have to go the wrong side of the road always. i can’t think how they remember so well. i think perhaps it’s because they grow their manes the wrong side too—to help them to remember. most of them have them manes on the wrong side. i asked johann about it, but he didn’t seem to understand that it was wrong. i’m glad we didn’t bring charger; he wouldn’t have liked it at all. but the horses here don’t mind it. i think they are very good-tempered. they have such kind faces, and they like to be talked to. they don’t wear blinkers, hardly ever, except in the carriages. i think that’s rather nice for them. they can see the country as they go along. i wonder if they like seeing the snow-mountains very much! i think it’s nice that they can look about them the same as we do.”
but after all, the pleasure and excitement of getting to their mountain home was greater than anything else. it took the best part of a day to reach it, because, although the distance was not very great, there was no direct road, and they had to take a circuitous route, which squib found very delightful, though some of the party wished it had been a little less tedious.
55first, there was a long carriage drive with johann, behind a great coach-like conveyance and four horses, through winding, ascending roads, with the usual accompaniments of men with great horns, children selling flowers, women at work by the wayside at their lacemaking, and all the sights and sounds of busy little village communities making the most of their short season of heat and brightness.
later on there was a short journey in one of those strange funiculaire railways, which were such a source of interest and curiosity to squib. the little trains seemed to him to crawl about the mountains like gigantic serpents, moving silently upwards or downwards, quite independent of the level which had been indispensable to the railway travelling with which he had been previously acquainted. and the sensation of mounting up and up in one of these silent, mysterious little vehicles kept him spellbound with wonder and admiration. uncle ronald had explained to him many times already the principle upon which they were worked, but nothing seemed to him to lessen the sense of mystery and unreality that attached to this mode of progression, as he felt himself lifted higher and higher into those regions and altitudes which fascinated him so strangely.
when they left the train they found themselves in a region unlike any that squib had seen before. they were all amongst pine woods and those green alps which lie beneath the sterner altitudes of the 56snow ranges, and are full of flowers and sunshine, and the bleat of goats, and the soft sound of wood and water. there was no regular road here to the chalet, but only a mule path. some mules were waiting in readiness for the party, but only the ladies cared to ride. the baggage was cleverly packed and strapped on the rest of the docile animals, and the march began through these silent stretches of pine wood, and across bright sloping meadows gemmed with flowers, now dipping downwards to cross a plank-bridge through which the shining water could be seen foaming beneath, now rising by many a zigzag upwards and onwards towards the sloping shoulder of the hillside—onward, ever onward, each turn in the path revealing new beauties, till at last the lad who was leading the way rounded a corner in a woodland path, turned back with a broad smile to squib, who had kept near to him all the while, the faithful czar always at his heels, and pointing a little downwards and along the hillside, he said,—
“there!”
squib reached his side with a bound and looked. they were just clear of the wood now, and were able to see plainly before them. they had crossed the ridge of the hills they had been steadily mounting ever since they left the rail, and now were able to look down into the valley on the other side.
what a valley it was! the sides were clothed 57with little woods, some of fir trees, some of young forest trees, clad now in the tender tints of early summer; at the bottom ran a leaping torrent of foaming water, spanned by many a little frail plank-bridge giving access to the green slopes opposite. and these green slopes were dotted with those little low chalets which are used for the shelter of the flocks in bad weather, and for the temporary abode of those who tend them there during the brief summer of the mountains. above these again lay grim stretches of rock, seamed with dark fissures, and above that again the whiteness of the everlasting snow, as the chain of dazzling peaks lifted itself against the dark blue of the sky.
squib gazed and gazed with a sense of tremulous wonder and delight. it seemed to him as if this quiet valley were the realization of all his ideals ever since he had begun to think about his sojourn in switzerland. wood and water, meadows bright with flowers, green alps and snow mountains beyond! what could the child of man desire more? in one place he could even see the green, mysterious depths of a glacier, and as he stood watching and listening spellbound, the silence was broken by the rumbling sound of the fall of an avalanche! truly there was nothing left for him to wish for!
but the lad was hardly content with this long silence, and touched the arm of the little boy.
“there!” he said in his rude patois; “there is the 58place—look! that is the house where the gracious lords and ladies are going.”
squib started into keen interest now. he had realized from the first moment that this valley was the right one, but he had not had time to think of the chalet itself in his joy at the surroundings.
“where?” he asked eagerly.
the lad pointed again, and squib then saw about a mile farther on, and standing upon a little eminence of its own, with a belt of whispering pines behind it, a chalet such as a wealthy man may build for himself as a summer residence amongst the mountains, with the wide-peaked roof, great overhanging eaves, light wooden exterior staircase, and all those accessories in the way of balconies and so forth which tend to make residence in such houses so delightful during the brief but hot summer season of mountain regions.
with a cry of delight and rapture, squib sprang forward. he had walked far already, but was not in the least tired. he saw before him the home of his dreams, where lisa was awaiting him, and without thinking of pausing for the rest of the party to come up, he rushed helter-skelter along the narrow mule path, with czar tearing along beside him, bounding on ahead in his excitement (caught from the child), and then rushing back to see that all was well, and giving vent to a series of deep bays that awoke the echoes in the silent valley.
that sound was heard by a pair of listening ears 59within the walls of the chalet. as squib ran breathlessly onwards, he was aware that something human in a fluttering dress, and with something white about the head, was coming rapidly out towards him. in a few minutes, with a rapturous cry, the warm-hearted little fellow had flung himself into the outstretched arms of his ex-nurse.
“lisa! lisa! lisa!”
“liebchen! mein liebchen!”
as for czar, he was as excited as anybody, and he remembered lisa as well as his little master. his great black muzzle was thrust between the pair, and faithful lisa, with a sound between laughing and weeping, threw her arms about the great dog’s neck and kissed him between the eyes.
“kaiser—the good kaiser!” she cried. “and he knew poor lisa too. oh, the good dog—the grand kaiser!”
lisa always called him kaiser. squib had forgotten that till now, and the familiar sound of it made him laugh with pleasure.
“oh, lisa, it is so nice to see you again! i have been looking forward to it all the time. now take me in and show me the house. i don’t think the others will be here just yet; the mules come so slowly up the zigzags. czar and i just came up straight with the boy, i was in such a hurry to get here. i shall have time to see everything before the rest come.”
60lisa led the way back, holding squib’s hand fast in hers, and hardly taking her eyes from his face the whole time. as for squib, he was perfectly happy having his old nurse back again, answering her questions about home, asking her innumerable questions himself about this valley, and all the wonders and delights he knew it contained.
the chalet itself was soon seen over. after the large house at home, and the big hotels he had been in since, it seemed to the child quite a little place, fascinating and attractive in its very smallness and queer bareness, but soon seen and disposed of. the rooms were all spotlessly clean, and the polished floors shone like mirrors. the balconies to the rooms were the chief attraction to squib; and he was greatly charmed at finding that not only had his own little room one of these, but also that it was provided with a tiny external staircase, by which he could get in and out at will. he saw by lisa’s face that she knew she had prepared a pleasant surprise for him in this, and his bright smile and hug of acknowledgment were ample reward.
but it was the outer world that really fascinated squib. the chalet was very nice as the necessary home during his stay amongst the mountains, but it was the mountains themselves that were everything to the imaginative little boy—the mountains and the brawling torrents, and the whispering woods and the flowers. he had seen gentians by the hundred as he 61ascended by the mule path, and already he was planning how he should make collections of all the alpine flowers, pressing some in a book he had brought for the purpose, and taking roots of others home to try to make a bit of alpine garden in his own special border. squib was a born collector and naturalist, as well as a dreamer of dreams, and had collections innumerable at home. lisa had always been his faithful ally in days of old, keeping his rubbish carefully so that the head-nurse might not order wholesale destruction, and she took as keen an interest in the collections as squib did himself. he knew that she would help him now, and he soon saw that she knew where every flower of the hills was to be found.
squib was positively radiant with happiness by the time the rest of the party arrived, and was everybody’s assistant and messenger as the task of unpacking and settling down was commenced.
there were other servants in the house, but only lisa knew anything of english, and squib’s fluency in the odd vernacular of the district was very useful. he had made firm friends with everybody on the place before the first evening had passed, and when they sat down at last to the nondescript travellers’ meal that was like dinner and tea rolled into one, colonel rutland looked across at his wife, who, tired, but smiling, was seated at the head of the table and doing the honours of the simple repast, and said,—
“i think i did well to bring squib along with us.”
62“he is very useful, a capital little interpreter,” answered lady mary with a smile. “i was horrified once at the frightful jargon lisa was teaching the child to talk, and almost sent her away for it, fearing that it would be the ruin both of his english and of his german, but it has come in wonderfully useful now. they do not understand my german half so well as his patois. and lisa’s english has got very rusty.”
it was very exhilarating to squib to feel himself of use, and there was nothing which he more desired than to win the approval of his beautiful mother. lady mary was not one of those mothers who are always caressing and fondling their children, and yet they loved her with an almost adoring love, and desired her approval above everything in the world. as she bent a soft, smiling glance on squib when she spoke, he felt his heart give a great bound, and slipping round the table till he reached her side, he put his small hand gently upon hers.
“i shall have to take care of you when father and uncle ronald go to climb the mountains with mr. lorimer, shan’t i, mother? you see i can take care of you now, don’t you? i can be useful, and there will always be czar to keep away anybody who would frighten you. but i don’t think there will be anybody to do that in our valley. i think the mountains keep watch over it, as lisa says, and keep the evil spirits out!”
the mother, who understood the child’s mind best, 63smiled and kissed him as she dismissed him to bed, for the time was getting on now, and the long daylight fading. the gentlemen laughed and teased him a little about his “queer fancies,” but squib did not think them queer at all, he was so sure that there was something personal and protective about those white watchers opposite; and when he knelt to say his prayers that night, he knelt where he had them full in view all the time.
“they have been there always,” he said to himself, with a sensation akin to awe, “just as they are now, with nothing between them and god. i think he must have made them so grand and white and beautiful because he liked to look at them, and if he likes to look down at them, why, it must make them good!”
there was something very grand and wonderful in the way those white peaks stood out against the darkening sky in that clear transparent air. a short time ago they had been dyed a wonderful rose pink, as they caught the reflected glory of the setting sun; now they were rather grey than red, with a look of almost awful aloofness and grandeur as they stood up in their spotless whiteness and purity.
and then as the child watched this change with a strange sense of fascination, the great round moon rose slowly above the ridge, and at once new beauty and grandeur were thrown over the whole world. great towering shadows seemed to be cast athwart 64the valley, and then the snow-slopes began to glimmer and shine with a new and almost unearthly radiance. squib held his breath as he watched the moon rise over the snow-covered ridge, and the transformation of those rugged peaks and fissures into a new world of ebony and silver.
how long he would have watched it, forgetting all besides, may well be questioned, but he was quickly disturbed by an anxious voice,—
“liebchen!—liebchen!—what art thou doing? thou wilt catch thy death of cold up here in the nipping mountain air!”
and squib was quickly caught up in a pair of strong arms and hustled with ignominious rapidity into the queer little bed which seemed a necessary part of swiss life.
but he was altogether too happy to be seriously ruffled by any such summary proceeding; and all he did by way of retaliation was to keep fast hold of lisa’s hand and refuse to let her go till she had talked him to sleep with the most entrancing of her stories of the mountains.
“squib listened with a strange sense of fascination.”
