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Had these mad English told him to cut steps up the gentle slope in front he would have obeyed without protest, though it was more than strange that this much traveled voyageur should adopt such a needless precaution. As a matter of fact, under Barth's guidance, a blind cripple could have surmounted the first kilometer of the Forno glacier. The track lay close to the left bank of the moraine.
Barth's comparison to snakes is tolerably correct. They have duped us in various ways, and our only consolation is being able to report their conduct to their friends in Ghât and Zinder. These observations occur to me during our prolonged halt at the well of Falezlez.
"There was a summer piece fastened into the front of this stove, which was not taken down till I removed it to make the fire when you came. If the diary had been there, I should have found it. But I will search the whole house for it, though I am of Harvey Barth's opinion, that some one stole the book.
Allowing for the depth of the crevasse, the amount of rope taken up in their hands ready to be served out as occasion required, and the inclination of Barth's line of descent, the latter ought to be notching the opposing wall before Stampa quitted the surface of the glacier.
Then the gale sank back to its sustained howling, the snow swirled in denser volume, and the specter vanished. Ere they had gone another hundred yards, Barth's hoarse warning checked them again. "The bridge has fallen!" was his cry. "There has been an ice movement." There was a question in the man's words.
For a description of the Tantric rites connected with Shakti worship I must refer readers to M. Barth's learned work on "The religions of India," of which an English translation has been published by Messrs Trübner in their Oriental series.
He had come into the parlor on the invitation of Leopold, and had very modestly coiled himself away in the most obscure corner of the room. He was very much interested in the reading of Harvey Barth's diary, and especially in regard to the mysterious passenger. When Leopold read the name of "Joel Wormbury," he could no longer contain himself.
I asked what was the matter, and was told briefly that some of the canaille of our escort had carried away a bale of Dr. Barth's goods, but that the chief had made them restore the greater part of the spoil. In the first moments I could not help laughing. It was certainly comical to be robbed by one's own escort. We had now thirty-one chaouches for two whom we obtained in Tripoli.
Leopold told him the whole story, from the first glimpse he had of Harvey Barth's diary, down to the finding of the bag of gold. "I swow!" exclaimed Stumpy, drawing a long breath, when the narrative was finished. "Twelve hundred in gold!" "I haven't counted it; but that's what the diary says," replied Leopold. "You will be as rich as mud, Le. Gold! Then it's worth double that in paper."
"I dug it out of the sand on the beach at High Rock, uncle," replied Leopold. "Den it pelongs to you, mine poy." "Not at all, uncle; at least, not yet a while." Leopold told the whole story, from Harvey Barth's diary down to date, as briefly as he could. "If I don't find any owner, I suppose the money belongs to me," he added. "Himmel! Yes!" answered the watch-maker.
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