A party came round the angle of a rock, along the narrow bridle-path, in single file; two ladies on horseback, followed by as many gentlemen on foot, and preceded by the usual guide.

It was but small courtesy to rise and salute the dove-like eyes and blooming cheeks of the former, as they passed.

They were English, and the gentlemen appeared to recognize me as a countryman.

One of the latter stopped, and politely inquired if the passage of the Furca was obstructed by snow.

He was told not, and in return for the information said that I would find the Grimsel a little ticklish; "but," he added, smiling, "the ladies succeeded in crossing, and you will scarcely hesitate." I thought I might get over a difficulty that his fair companions had conquered.