“Oh!” cried Saxe—“did you ever see anything so beautiful? Why, the place is all crystals!”
“Grand!” said Dale slowly, as he stood rapt in a reverie of wonder and admiration at the scene before him. “Why, Saxe, we couldn’t have had a better guide! We must make a halt here, and begin to explore.”
“But you’ll go up another mountain?”
“Didn’t you have enough of the last?”
“No!” cried the boy excitedly. “I know I was very stupid and clumsy, and wasn’t half so brave as I should have liked to be; but I long to begin again.”
“Then you shall.”
“When? Now?”
“Too late in the day. We’ll explore about here first, and if the weather is right we’ll make a start to-morrow.”
“Oh!” said Saxe in a disappointed tone.
“There—you’ll have plenty of work to-day, for we must go down on this wonderful glacier and examine the sides. Look! there’s what they call a mill there.”