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At
length
I
arrived
at
the
village
of
Chamounix
.
Exhaustion
succeeded
to
the
extreme
fatigue
both
of
body
and
of
mind
which
I
had
endured
.
For
a
short
space
of
time
I
remained
at
the
window
watching
the
pallid
lightnings
that
played
above
Mont
Blanc
and
listening
to
the
rushing
of
the
Arve
,
which
pursued
its
noisy
way
beneath
.
The
same
lulling
sounds
acted
as
a
lullaby
to
my
too
keen
sensations
;
when
I
placed
my
head
upon
my
pillow
,
sleep
crept
over
me
;
I
felt
it
as
it
came
and
blessed
the
giver
of
oblivion
.
I
spent
the
following
day
roaming
through
the
valley
.
I
stood
beside
the
sources
of
the
Arveiron
,
which
take
their
rise
in
a
glacier
,
that
with
slow
pace
is
advancing
down
from
the
summit
of
the
hills
to
barricade
the
valley
.
The
abrupt
sides
of
vast
mountains
were
before
me
;
the
icy
wall
of
the
glacier
overhung
me
;
a
few
shattered
pines
were
scattered
around
;
and
the
solemn
silence
of
this
glorious
presence-chamber
of
imperial
nature
was
broken
only
by
the
brawling
waves
or
the
fall
of
some
vast
fragment
,
the
thunder
sound
of
the
avalanche
or
the
cracking
,
reverberated
along
the
mountains
,
of
the
accumulated
ice
,
which
,
through
the
silent
working
of
immutable
laws
,
was
ever
and
anon
rent
and
torn
,
as
if
it
had
been
but
a
plaything
in
their
hands
.
These
sublime
and
magnificent
scenes
afforded
me
the
greatest
consolation
that
I
was
capable
of
receiving
.
They
elevated
me
from
all
littleness
of
feeling
,
and
although
they
did
not
remove
my
grief
,
they
subdued
and
tranquillized
it
.
In
some
degree
,
also
,
they
diverted
my
mind
from
the
thoughts
over
which
it
had
brooded
for
the
last
month
.
I
retired
to
rest
at
night
;
my
slumbers
,
as
it
were
,
waited
on
and
ministered
to
by
the
assemblance
of
grand
shapes
which
I
had
contemplated
during
the
day
.
They
congregated
round
me
;
the
unstained
snowy
mountaintop
,
the
glittering
pinnacle
,
the
pine
woods
,
and
ragged
bare
ravine
,
the
eagle
,
soaring
amidst
the
clouds
--
they
all
gathered
round
me
and
bade
me
be
at
peace
.
Where
had
they
fled
when
the
next
morning
I
awoke
?
All
of
soul-inspiriting
fled
with
sleep
,
and
dark
melancholy
clouded
every
thought
.
The
rain
was
pouring
in
torrents
,
and
thick
mists
hid
the
summits
of
the
mountains
,
so
that
I
even
saw
not
the
faces
of
those
mighty
friends
.
Still
I
would
penetrate
their
misty
veil
and
seek
them
in
their
cloudy
retreats
.
What
were
rain
and
storm
to
me
?
My
mule
was
brought
to
the
door
,
and
I
resolved
to
ascend
to
the
summit
of
Montanvert
.
I
remembered
the
effect
that
the
view
of
the
tremendous
and
ever-moving
glacier
had
produced
upon
my
mind
when
I
first
saw
it
.
It
had
then
filled
me
with
a
sublime
ecstasy
that
gave
wings
to
the
soul
and
allowed
it
to
soar
from
the
obscure
world
to
light
and
joy
.
The
sight
of
the
awful
and
majestic
in
nature
had
indeed
always
the
effect
of
solemnizing
my
mind
and
causing
me
to
forget
the
passing
cares
of
life
.
I
determined
to
go
without
a
guide
,
for
I
was
well
acquainted
with
the
path
,
and
the
presence
of
another
would
destroy
the
solitary
grandeur
of
the
scene
.
The
ascent
is
precipitous
,
but
the
path
is
cut
into
continual
and
short
windings
,
which
enable
you
to
surmount
the
perpendicularity
of
the
mountain
.
It
is
a
scene
terrifically
desolate
.
In
a
thousand
spots
the
traces
of
the
winter
avalanche
may
be
perceived
,
where
trees
lie
broken
and
strewed
on
the
ground
,
some
entirely
destroyed
,
others
bent
,
leaning
upon
the
jutting
rocks
of
the
mountain
or
transversely
upon
other
trees
.
The
path
,
as
you
ascend
higher
,
is
intersected
by
ravines
of
snow
,
down
which
stones
continually
roll
from
above
;
one
of
them
is
particularly
dangerous
,
as
the
slightest
sound
,
such
as
even
speaking
in
a
loud
voice
,
produces
a
concussion
of
air
sufficient
to
draw
destruction
upon
the
head
of
the
speaker
.
The
pines
are
not
tall
or
luxuriant
,
but
they
are
sombre
and
add
an
air
of
severity
to
the
scene
.
I
looked
on
the
valley
beneath
;
vast
mists
were
rising
from
the
rivers
which
ran
through
it
and
curling
in
thick
wreaths
around
the
opposite
mountains
,
whose
summits
were
hid
in
the
uniform
clouds
,
while
rain
poured
from
the
dark
sky
and
added
to
the
melancholy
impression
I
received
from
the
objects
around
me
.
Alas
!
Why
does
man
boast
of
sensibilities
superior
to
those
apparent
in
the
brute
;
it
only
renders
them
more
necessary
beings
.
If
our
impulses
were
confined
to
hunger
,
thirst
,
and
desire
,
we
might
be
nearly
free
;
but
now
we
are
moved
by
every
wind
that
blows
and
a
chance
word
or
scene
that
that
word
may
convey
to
us
.
We
rest
;
a
dream
has
power
to
poison
sleep
.
We
rise
;
one
wand
'
ring
thought
pollutes
the
day
.
We
feel
,
conceive
,
or
reason
;
laugh
or
weep
,
Embrace
fond
woe
,
or
cast
our
cares
away
;
It
is
the
same
:
for
,
be
it
joy
or
sorrow
,
