Food we could have; but why _should_ we wish to go to the glacieres, when there was so much else worth seeing at a little distance ?--a guide might without doubt be found, but there was nothing to be seen when we got there.

We ordered prompt dinner, anything that happened to be ready, and desired the landlord to look out for a man to show us the way up the hills.

When the dinner came, it was cold; and the main dish consisted apparently of something which had made stock for many generations of soup, and had then been kept in a half-warm state, ready to be heated for any passer-by who called for hot meat, till the cook had despaired of its ever being used, and had allowed it to become cold: at least, no other supposition seemed to account for its utter want of flavour, and the wonderful development of its fibres.

As a matter of politeness, I asked the man what it was; when he took the dish from the table, smelled at it, and pronounced it veal.
There were also several specimens of the original old turnip-radish, with large shrubs of heads, and mature feelers many inches long.

As all this was not very inviting, we ordered an omelette and some cheese; and when the omelette came, we found that the cook had combined our ideas and understood our order to mean a cheese-omelette, which was not so bad after all.
By this time, the landlord's visit to his drinking-room had procured a man willing to act as our guide.