THE MER DE GLACE.
A very little mountain climbing goes a great way. We tried it and know whereof we speak. The courier was to blame for it.
THE GORGE.
Couriers make men do more foolish things than any other agency in the world. We had been out to visit a gorge some six or seven miles from Chamonix, and had been delighted with the ravine, with its foaming stream tearing along way down the valley. We had walked for an hour or more on a rickety old foot-bridge, hundreds of feet above the bottom of the gorge, we had crept along wooden galleries fastened to the sides of the precipices, the tops of which were well-nigh out of
A SLIP TOWARDS THE EDGE.