And the fellow might delay his arrival at the Baths and sight of the lady of his love for hours! They managed to get him hobbling and slipping to the first green tuft of the base, where long black tongues of slate-rubble pouring into the grass, like shore-waves that have spent their burden, seem about to draw back to bring the mountain down.

Thence to the level pasture was but a few skips performed sliding.
'Well, now,' said Chillon, 'you can stand ?' 'Pretty well, I think.' He tried his foot on the ground, and then stretched his length, saying that it only wanted rest.

Anton pressed a hand at his ankle and made him wince, but the bones were sound, leg and hip not worse than badly bruised.

He was advised by Anton to plant his foot in the first running water he came to, and he was considerate enough to say to Chillon: 'Now you can leave me; and let me thank you.

Half an hour will set me right.