Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1860-08-01


with thoughtful air; "the fog caps the
Faul-Horn. Yesterday the sky at sunset was
for a long time red, and the moon rose in e
fiery circle. fear something bad is coming
from the south"
awe are only in the beginning of March, -
objected Ulrich, "and the tEhn is generally
much later
"That is what ! said 10 myself; but yet
appearances are bad. When you are on the
heights, have an eye TO the horizon
They are now climbing, with the firm and
equal step Of mountaineers, the slopes which
separate the Eiger from the Wengern Alp
and on reaching the first stage of the noun
tain, the early rays Of the dawn burst over
the peaks, enveloping them in purple light,
and showing all the spurs Of the Eiger and
Schreck-horn confusedly lighted up; whilst
the valley OF Grindewald still remained
plunged in darkness. Uncle Job stopped
Here we must separate, dear boy?" said
he. " Have you understood my explanation 2
and can you find your way2 Let US each 60
in the keeping Of God, and ask him to be
our guidew
Uncle Job took of his hat, and Ulrich did
the same; and, leaning on his pointed baton,
the old man began aloud one OF those extern
pore prayers which the mountaineers know
how to apply to every hour.
At this moment the sun, which had Just
risen, inundated the mountain with rosy hues,
which rapidly passed from summit to summit
like luminous avalanche. Peaks heaped on
peaks, precipices and ravines came success
lively out of obscurity, and took, so to speak,
fI,afe v,1o in rrie.
this moment when the old man closed his
prayer by holy amen" the morning light
fell on him, and enveloped him in sort of
dazzling glory. Job turned to the east with
a gesture Of gratitude.
"All at the right time, said he, smiling
"here is one who will show us the game and
the precipice; the rest depends on our pru-
dence. Remember the proverb Of the cha
mois hunter: A heart frmer than brass, and
two eyes in every finger
IL will try not to forget it, said Ulrich.
"Then God be with you, my son"
"And with you, also, unclep
They exchanged an sffectionate look, and
separated. The young man, as be proceeded
on his way, watched the old man bury him
self in the deep ravines of the mountain side !;
and when he lost sight of him, he could hear
his clear musical voice singing the psalm re-
peated by the martyrs of the Reformation
when they marched to the stake: "Behold
the happy dayl n
Inspirited by the sound, the young sculp-
tor fastened his steps. The summer chalets
on the lower stages of the mountain were
nearly buried under their shroud of snow
soon even the stunted pines disappeared, and
at length he reached the defle which his un-
Gle described to him-a deep tunnel in the
rock, where the sun could never penetrate.-
He was on the point of entering, when a dark
shadow rose before him, and he recognized
his cousin Hans. His face was even more
gloomy than usual, as he stood in the center
of the path; and Ulrict could not suppress an
exclamation Of surprise.
"You here, Hans How did you get
here p
as there but one path in the Wengern
Alp2" he asked cOldly.
"And what are you doing here p
81 came to see you was waiting for
you"
"Iou have something to say to me?"
care you not going to see the chamois my
uncle saw yesterday 2'
certainly
You will not find them. l have just seen
the traces; they are gone to the glaciers" .
"Well, shall follow them in that direc-
ton"
"You are determined ?"
" Why not2'
"Then We will hunt together" said Hans.
It was the first time that Ulrich had re-
ceived such an invitation, and he looked sur
prised.
care you afraid OF my company ?' asked
Hans, roughly.
"Why should fear it 2"
"Who knows? Perhaps you think you
may have to follow me too far and too long"
''On my lite, have not thought so !" said
Ulrich, proudly. although you are a bet
ter hunter than l, fancy can go where
you goW
"Let US set out, then"
Hans began to climb, and the hunters
soon found themselves at the entrance of
those tremendous glaciers which street. h away
for near hundred and fifty leagues. Here
was the Mer-Glacee of Grindelwald and
Aletach; still further, those of Yiescher,
Finster, Arr, Lauter, and Gauli.
Hans studied the different directions then
without saying word, struck to the South.
His step had feverish rapidity and pro-
voking certainty; the more difficult the road
became the more lie quickened his pace,
crossing crevasses, climbing rocks, or de-
scending icy ravines with kind of disdain.
Ulrich, who at irstfollowed silently, won
dered where this wild course would lead to,
and asked whe could hope to find chamois on
the ocean OF ice which surrounded them.
Hans contended himself with replying -
''Still further, and pointing to the horizon.
Other glaciers were crossed, other moraines
climbed; and to every fresh question the
furious hunter replied, "Still furtherP
Concluded Tomorrow.