“No; I can see a little dog by a heap of stones.”
“That will do for an example,” said Dale. “Here, Melchior, is not that a cow just across the stream there?”
“Wait a moment,” cried Saxe eagerly. “I say it’s a little dog. Who’s right?”
“You are both wrong,” said the guide, smiling. “There is a man here has a chalet behind the pines. He comes up the valley with his cattle for the summer, when the snow is gone.”
“Is there snow here in winter, then?” said Saxe.
“The valley is nearly full in winter. No one can come up here.”
“But that isn’t a cow,” cried Saxe, pointing.
“No,” said the guide, smiling; “it is Simon Andregg’s big bull.”
“Well!” cried Saxe, shading his eyes and staring down at the animal, which looked small enough to be a dog.
“You don’t believe him?” said Dale, laughing.