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Updated: May 26, 2025
We have camped in the "Slough of Despond." When within twelve miles of the Glacier it was indeed the most cruel fortune to be held up by such a raging tempest. The temperature at noon had risen to 33°, and everything was more soakingly wet than ever, if that was possible. The ponies, too, looked utterly desolate, and the snow climbed higher and higher about the walls, tents and sledges.
No doubt it would have been a thought more comfortable if the driving rain, which now poured down more soakingly than ever, had admitted of a window being opened, or if our number had been something less than thirty; but there was scarcely time to think as much, when a train of three horses was attached to the tow-rope, the boy upon the leader smacked his whip, the rudder creaked and groaned complainingly, and we had begun our journey.
I was the solitary occupant of the omnibus roof. The rain fell, softly, persistently, soakingly. I laughed aloud. I recognised the predestined irony of things that at every corner checks the course of the ineffectual man. November 11th. I wrote Judith a long letter last night, urging her to disregard the forfeited claims of her husband and to join her life definitely with mine.
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