There it wuz—fashion, fashion and display. From different standpints, he and Martin wuz jest alike.
But I knew that Josiah had some reason to be sot up by it, for that way of goin’ up mountains wuz a American idee at first.
Josiah took considerable comfort a-goin’ up (owin’ to the feelin’s I have depictered). But bein’ of sech a restless temperament, he soon announced that he wuz a-goin’ to git out and walk up. “For,” sez he, “I want to git there some time to-day, and I hain’t a-goin’ to creep along like a snail.”
But I seized him by his vest, and sez I—“Do you set still; it will tucker you all out to walk up six thousand feet!”
“Wall,” sez he, “I want to git there some time or ruther.”
We did indeed go slow, but sure; for in two hours’ time we arrove on the summit, and wuz ensconsed in a comfortable tarvern, from which, after Josiah had satisfied his yearnin’s for food, and the rest on us had refreshed ourselves with some refreshments, we sallied forth to see the grandeur as well as beauty of Nater; to behold what she can do when she humps herself, so to speak, and makes glory.
We did indeed go slow, but sure; for in two hours’ time we arrove on the summit.
Wall, the view from the top of that mountain I can’t never describe. I stood perfectly spellbounded, and looked fur off down the mountain-side, and see cities, and villages, and farm-housen, and sparklin’ streams, and, fur down below, beautiful Lucerne and eight other lakes.
And on the off side the chain of snowy Alps a-meltin’ upwards into the blue of the summer sky, twelve thousand feet high, and on the nigh side forests, hills, mountains.