United States or Austria ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Having reached the summit, the scene that burst upon us was sublime in the highest degree; immediately beneath was the Mer de Glace, a broad river of ice running nearly forty miles up into the Alps; to the north the green valley of Chamouni, to the south the gigantic barriers that separate Savoy from Piedmont, and around us inaccessible peaks and mountains of eternal snow, finely contrasting with the deep blue of the heavens; while the roar of cataracts and the thunder of avalanches were the only sounds that broke upon the profound stillness of the terrible solitude.
He kept a prose journal, chiefly of geology and scenery, as well as a versified description, written in a metre imitated from "Don Juan," but more elaborate, and somewhat of a tour de force in rhyming. But that poetical journal was dropped after he had carried it through France, across the Jura, and to Chamouni.
Flemming" it was Miss Ruth who spoke "it was evidently arranged with the clearest foresight; for if you had been a day later, perhaps you would not have found your friend in Geneva that is, if Mr. Lynde goes with us to Chamouni." "You have heard from Mr. Denham, then?" said Lynde, turning to the aunt. "We had letters this morning. Mr.
Scepticism was no longer possible, and in this improved frame of mind they dashed into the village of Chamouni one of the haunts of those whose war-cry is "Excelsior!" and drove to the best hotel. Their arrival in the village was an unexpected point of interest to many would-be mountaineers, who lounged about the place with macintoshes and umbrellas, growling at the weather.
The Campagne at Champel, where we were passing the summer, is washed for half a mile by the Arve. In hot August days I walked slowly by the river-bank, with cloak on, till a moderate perspiration was induced, then jumped in, and out as quick! for the river, though it had run sixty miles from its source, seemed as cold as when it left the glacier of the Arveiron at Chamouni.
Going down, I held some conversation with him on matters and things in general, and life in Chamouni in particular. He inquired with great interest about America; which, throughout Europe, I find the working classes regard as a kind of star in the west, portending something of good to themselves. He had a son, he said, settled in America, near St. Louis.
"Mont Blanc" was inspired by a view of that mountain and its surrounding peaks and valleys, as he lingered on the Bridge of Arve on his way through the Valley of Chamouni.
"And don't you want to go to America?" said I, after hearing him praise the good land. "Ah, no," he said, with a smile. "Why not?" said I; "it is a much easier country to live in." He gave a look at the circle of mountains around, and said, "I love Chamouni." The good soul! I was much of his opinion.
«§ 646. C. En montant le long du bord, du côté de Chamouni, j'eus un plaisir inexprimable
It was a perfect Babel of voices French, Scotch, German, Italian, and English; with notes of every sort of patois above which the strident bass of the mules soared triumphantly at intervals. There are not many busier spots than Chamouni at early morning in the height of the season.
Word Of The Day