ON THE ROAD TO CHAMONIX.
strike upon a ledge and bound off a number of thousand feet more before you finally came to the bottom. Across this yawning gulf was a mountain, the twin of the one on whose sides we were hanging, covered with evergreen trees to a certain way up to the top, which was crowned with the pure white of the eternal snow and ice. There were a thousand shades of color as the eye commenced at the level we were on and traveled up to the top, all brought out gloriously by the sunlight of noon-day.
One of the party took in the whole view and very properly went into a rapture.
“Is there anything under heaven so magnificent as this combination of colors!” she exclaimed, holding her breath in an ecstacy.
Then up spoke the faro bankeress as she took it all in at a glance:
“What a dress it would make, could one only have them colors brought out in silk!”