Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1869-03-05
racks and clap musket upon every young

racks and clap musket upon every young
mans shoulder.
II tell you it is just grand, and nobody
can dispute that" said comfortable
looking Saxon to his neighbor.
Didn't tell you so? And you said
the Rigi was nothing at all.''
"Well, yes. Anyhow, there are no
glaciers nor cbamois up here"
''But there is capital tavern"
''Still I had expected quite different
affair Not a trace of glaciers nor Of
chamois -
It was disappointing, both admitted.
They expected in Switzerland to have
glaciers and chamois for their good mo-
ney, and they began to consider them
selves swindled.
IF boGy could only see one single
chamois on their confounded mountains p
said the Leipziger, sweeping the SUBMITS
with his four-thaler opera-glass, bought
especially for this purpose. "Or if one
could but catch sight Of chamois- hunter
Heaven knows, a body might at least have
hunter for bis money!"
A long and deep sigh, and low ejacu-
lation-"Ay, the gan,sen. the ganesen |'*
was heard close at hand.
The Leipziger turned and beheld f.
CURE which evidently belonged to the re-
gion, and which presented the perfect pic
ture of an old battered and weather beat
en- hunter. The setting sun lighted him
with its level crimson rays, and tinged
his whole figure. but especially his nose,
with a wondrous alpine glow. An old
battered mountaineer's hat with ragged
feathers and chamois- beard covered his
head and his stubby gray hair. His nose
by daylight resembled sunset glacier,
but in this light it FURNISHED and glowed
with radiance that hight have been seen
far down the valley. On the other hand
the mans eyes were Of a pale sea-blue,
and glimmered like two glaciers by moon
light. A patched hunting -jerkin. leather
breeches, and mountain shoes with soles
as thick as a mans finger and plated with
iron, completed his outfit.
He leaned upon his alpenstock and
looked out toward the snow-felds. Then
he fixed piercing gaze upon a
distant spota and softly counted to him
elf--"Three--four-fve-seven; ay.
ay. over there on the Pechwand; ay. ay;
the gamsen! Af-h !''--and he breathed
a long drawn sigh.
The Saxons haa been watching him.
The Leipziger, following the direction of
his glances. said: .'Hark-ye. friend ; you
don't mean to say that you see any cha
mois up there? Hang me if [ have not
been watching that place with my glass
the whole afternoon, and have not seen so
much as tail"
cay. ay, the gamsen," said the noun
taineer again, as if absorbed in melancho-
ly "reminiscences. ''The gamsen! There
Look yonder over the Pechwand. on the
field there !-Seven-nine-eleven
There they 60 over the ridge! There p
He seized the Leipziger BY the coat-col-
lar. and pointed with his alpenstock to-
ward a mountain upon which the Saxon
Immediately turned his glass, but saw no.
thing.
"You lowlanders have moles' eyes" !"
said the mountaineer. "There--now
they are all over the ridge. Ay. the
gamsen. 1 shall never 20 after them"
.'Eh? Have you been chamois hunt
ing in your time ?" asked the Leipziger
with sudden interest.
"Hunting? I?' exclaimed the man
almost contcmptuously. Il was the most
daring hunter in all the mountains
"My dear sir, is it possiblep' cried the
Saxon. scanning him respectfully. -
"Have you shot many?'
About three thousand head" replied
the hunter indifferently.
A waiter of the hotel here came up and
asked if they would take supper or tea
He then turned to the hunter -
Hey, Pechnaz'l. you up here p he
said. and was going off laughing stop
minute" said the Saxons ''Have us
a large bowl of punch made; perhaps the
hunter here will drink glass with US"
The hunter had turned his sea- blue eyes
upon the strangers when he heard the
word "bowl," and faint smile wrinkled
his weather beaten face. But now be a
gain fixed melancholy look on the dis
tance, and softly bent his head in accep-
ance.
"Your name then is Herr Pechnazel p
asked the Leipziger.
my name is Nazi. From my last
hunt they gave me the name Of Pechnazi
Ay, the gamsen, the gamsen! Do you
see the steep wall of rock up there that
falls sheer for we'll on to three thousand
feet? There. where the two snow fields
are yonder." he said, pointing at the
mountain where many walls of rock and
many snow-felds were to be seen
''Tbere! !" he continued. ''There is a
faint dark streak running down it. which
can hardly be seen through spy-glass.
That is the Pechwand pitch-aoall which
takes its name from me. and / from it am
called Pechnazi. l climbed up there or
my last hunt. Ugh! it makes my flesh
creep to think of it !!''
A shudder ran through the mans whole
frame. He hastily turned his eyes from
the mountain and fixed them upon The
hotel. The Saxons begged him to come
*Gamssn, for geosssn; j; chamois: The oil