The root had arched a little since I saw it last. Moss and snow were plastered on it in a manner scarcely natural. I plucked the bandage away with hands that trembled. We found:
1. A pencil.
2. Something sticky, which I believe to have been the caramels.
3. An empty potted-meat tin, with a wisp of paper inside it, on which was written: ‘I ate it. Quite excellent.’
4. A candle-end.
5. The famous poem on the Wetterhorn done up in canvas. (How laudable!)
6. A Jock-Scot, salmon-trout size.
7. A paper on which was written: ‘What’s the point?’
8. A cigarette, very sloppy.
9. A five-franc piece, wrapped up in paper, on which was written: ‘I took 4.50 away.’