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The mill at Bex stood in the highway, which passed under the snow-clad mountains, and not far from a rapid mountain-stream, whose waters seemed to have been lashed into a foam like soap-suds.

Not far from this spot stands the town of Bex, and at every step can be seen an increase of fruitfulness and verdure. It is like entering a grove of chestnut and walnut-trees. Here and there the cypress and pomegranate blossoms peep forth; and it is almost as warm as an Italian climate.

Ǥ 1090. La grande route de Bex

Now begins the Canton called Pays de Vaud and the nearest town is Bex, where everything becomes luxuriant and fruitful one is in a garden of walnut and chestnut trees and here and there, cypress and pomegranate blossoms peep out it is as warm as the South; one imagines one's self transplanted into Italy.

That was the old lesson, and he followed it; held fast, climbed, was sure not to fall and he did not. There resounded a strong jodling, and a joyous one too. Rudy stood on the firm, rocky ground with the young eaglet. "Here is what you demanded!" said Rudy, on entering the house of the miller at Bex, as he placed a large basket on the floor and took off the covering.

How often he had been at Bex, how well he knew the mill, and how often he had seen Babette, when most likely she had not noticed him; and lastly, that full of many thoughts which he could not tell her, he had been to the mill on the evening when she and her father has started on their long journey, but not too far for him to find a way to overtake them.

A stout person, with a red, contented countenance, stood by him and that was the rich miller of Bex. He covered with his wide body, the slight pretty Babette, who however, soon peeped out with her beaming dark eyes. The rich peasant became consequential because the hunter from his canton had made the best shot and was the honoured one.

The Ice-Maiden rode on the blustering wind over the deepest valleys. The snow covering lay over all Bex; Rudy stayed in doors more than was his wont, and sat with Babette. The wedding was to take place in the summer; their friends talked so much of it that it often made their ears burn.

Never had he felt such a longing for that deep valley as he now had. "They must have returned home by this time," said he to himself, "it is already two days over the time which they fixed upon. I must go to Bex." So Rudy set out to go to Bex; and when he arrived there, he found the miller and his daughter at home.

Was it right to punish such a being for the crime which his arm had committed? There is at three leagues from Bex, a famous cascade, where the water falls from a very lofty mountain. I proposed to my friends to go and see it, and we returned before dinner.