The high and snowy mountains were its immediate boundaries, but I saw no more ruined castles and fertile fields.

Immense glaciers approached the road; I heard the rumbling thunder of the falling avalanche and marked the smoke of its passage.

Mont Blanc, the supreme and magnificent Mont Blanc, raised itself from the surrounding aiguilles, and its tremendous dome overlooked the valley.
A tingling long-lost sense of pleasure often came across me during this journey.

Some turn in the road, some new object suddenly perceived and recognized, reminded me of days gone by, and were associated with the lighthearted gaiety of boyhood.

The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.