moment a second difficulty presented itself. The glacier swept round an angle of the cliff, and as the ice was not of the nature of treacle or thin putty, it kept away from the little bay, on the edge of which I stood. We were not widely separated, but the edge of the ice was higher than the opposite edge of rock; and worse, the rock was covered with loose earth and stones which had fallen from above. All along the side of the cliff, as far as could be seen in both directions, the ice did not touch it, but there was this marginal crevasse, seven feet wide, and of unknown depth.
All this was seen at a glance, and almost at once I concluded that I could not jump the crevasse, and began to try along the cliff lower down; but without success, for the ice rose higher and higher, until at last further progress was stopped by the cliffs becoming perfectly smooth. With an axe it would have been possible to cut up the side of the ice; without one I saw there was no alternative but to return and face the jump.
It was getting towards evening, and the solemn stillness of the High Alps was broken only by the sound of rushing water or of falling rocks. If the jump should be successful,—well; if not, I fell into that horrible chasm, to be frozen in, or drowned in that gurgling, rushing water. Everything depended on that jump. Again I asked myself, "Can it be done?" It must be. So, finding my stick was useless, I threw it and the sketch-book to the ice, and first retreating as far as possible, ran forward with all my might, took the leap, barely reached the other side, and fell awkwardly on my knees.[1] Almost at the same moment a shower of stones fell on the spot from which I had jumped. The glacier was crossed without further trouble, but the Riffel,[2]
- ↑ This would of course have been nothing to a practised gymnast in a room. The difficulty lay chiefly in jumping from bad footing on to worse. The incident would not have occurred if the cliffs had been descended a little more to the east.
- ↑ The Riffel hotel (the starting-point for the ascent of Monte Rosa), a deservedly popular inn, belonging to Monsieur Seiler, the proprietor of the hotels at Zermatt, is situate at a height of 3100 feet above that village (8400 above the sea), and commands a superb panoramic view.
