suggestive of chaos, but of little else; covered almost throughout its entire length with débris from the size of a walnut up to that of a house; in a word, it looked as if half-a-dozen moraines of first-rate dimensions had been carted and shot into it. Our tempers were soured by constant pitfalls [it was impossible to take the eyes
 THE VALLON DES ETANÇONS (LOOKING TOWARDS LA BERARDE).[1] |
from the feet, and if an unlucky individual so much as blew his nose, without standing still to perform the operation, the result was either an instantaneous tumble, or a barked shin, or a half-twisted ankle. There was no end to it, and we became more savage at every step, unanimously agreeing that no power on earth would ever induce us to walk up or down this particular valley again]. It was not. just to the valley, which was enclosed by noble mountains,—unknown, it is true, but worthy of a great reputation, and
- ↑ The drawing was inadvertently made the right way on the wood, and the view is now reversed in consequence.
