Glacier Montanvert

Still I would penetrate their misty veil and seek them in their cloudy retreats.

What were rain and storm to me? My mule was brought to the door, and I resolved to ascend to the summit of Montanvert.

I remembered the effect that the view of the tremendous never-moving glacier had produced upon my mind when I first saw it.

It had then filled me with a sublime ecstasy that gave wings to the soul and allowed it to soar from the obscure world to light and joy.

Still I would penetrate their misty veil and seek them in their cloudy retreats.

What were rain and storm to me? My mule was brought to the door, and I resolved to ascend to the summit of Montanvert.

I remembered the effect that the view of the tremendous and ever-moving glacier had produced upon my mind when I first saw it.

It had then filled me with a sublime ecstasy that gave wings to the soul and allowed it to soar from the obscure world to light and joy.

The field of ice is almost a league in width, but I spent nearly two hours in crossing it.

The opposite mountain is a bare perpendicular rock.

From the side where I now stood, Montanvert was exactly opposite, at the distance of a league, and above it rose Mont Blanc in awful majesty.

I remained in a recess of the rock, gazing on this wonderful and stupendous scene.

"Starting now by Col du Géant and Col des Nantillons." The Col du Géant is the most frequented pass across the chain, and no doubt the easiest.

Once past its great icefall, the glacier leads without difficulty to the Montanvert Hotel and Chamonix.

But the Col des Nantillons is another affair.

Having passed the icefall, and when within two hours of the Montanvert, Lattery had turned to the left and had made for the great wall of precipitous rock which forms the western side of the valley, through which the Glacier du Géant flows down, the wall from which spring the peaks of the Dent du Requin, the Aiguille du Plan, the Aiguille de Blétière, the Grêpon, and the Charmoz.

Here and there, the ridge sinks between the peaks, and one such depression between the Aiguille de Blétière and the Aiguille du Grêpon is called the Col des Nantillons.

To cross that pass, to descend on the other side of the great rock wall into that bay of ice facing Chamonix, which is the Glacier des Nantillons, had been Lattery's idea.

"Yes, indeed.

I am very glad to meet you, Michel.

I knew how disappointed my father would be at this sudden change, and I wished to avoid him until I had recovered myself so far as to be enabled to conceal those feelings that overpowered me.

I knew that they would remain that day at the inn, and as I had ever inured myself to rain, moisture, and cold, I resolved to go alone to the summit of Montanvert.

I remembered the effect that the view of the tremendous and ever-moving glacier had produced upon my mind when I first saw it.

It had then filled me with a sublime ecstasy that gave wings to the soul and allowed it to soar from the obscure world to light and joy.

The field of ice is almost a league in width, but I spent nearly two hours in crossing it.

The opposite mountain is a bare perpendicular rock.

From the side where I now stood, Montanvert was exactly opposite, at the distance of a league; and above it rose Mont Blanc, in awful majesty.

I remained in a recess of the rock, gazing on this wonderful and stupendous scene.

I knew how disappointed my father would be at this sudden change, and I wished to avoid him until I had recovered myself so far as to be enabled to conceal those feelings that overpowered me.

I knew that they would remain that day at the inn, and as I had ever inured myself to rain, moisture, and cold, I resolved to go alone to the summit of Montanvert.

I remembered the effect that the view of the tremendous and ever-moving glacier had produced upon my mind when I first saw it.

It had then filled me with a sublime ecstasy that gave wings to the soul and allowed it to soar from the obscure world to light and joy.

The field of ice is almost a league in width, but I spent nearly two hours in crossing it.

The opposite mountain is a bare perpendicular rock.

From the side where I now stood, Montanvert was exactly opposite, at the distance of a league, and above it rose Mont Blanc in awful majesty.

I remained in a recess of the rock, gazing on this wonderful and stupendous scene.