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1At length I arrived at the village of Chamounix. Exhaustion succeeded to the extreme fatigue both of body and of mind
2which I had endured. For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above
3Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noisy way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted
4as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came
5and blessed the giver of oblivion. Chapter 10 I spent the following day roaming through the valley. I stood beside the
6sources of the Arveiron, which take their rise in a glacier, that with slow pace is advancing down from the summit of
7the hills to barricade the valley. The abrupt sides of vast mountains were before me; the icy wall of the glacier
8overhung me; a few shattered pines were scattered around; and the solemn silence of this glorious presence-chamber of
9imperial Nature was broken only by the brawling waves or the fall of some vast fragment, the thunder sound of the
10avalanche or the cracking, reverberated along the mountains, of the accumulated ice, which, through the silent working
11of immutable laws, was ever and anon rent and torn, as if it had been but a plaything in their hands. These sublime and
12magnificent scenes afforded me the greatest consolation that I was capable of receiving. They elevated me from all
13littleness of feeling, and although they did not remove my grief, they subdued and tranquillised it. In some degree,
14also, they diverted my mind from the thoughts over which it had brooded for the last month. I retired to rest at night;
15my slumbers, as it were, waited on and ministered to by the assemblance of grand shapes which I had contemplated during
16the day. They congregated round me; the unstained snowy mountain-top, the glittering pinnacle, the pine woods, and
17ragged bare ravine, the eagle, soaring amidst the clouds--they all gathered round me and bade me be at peace. Where had
18they fled when the next morning I awoke? All of soul-inspiriting fled with sleep, and dark melancholy clouded every
19thought. The rain was pouring in torrents, and thick mists hid the summits of the mountains, so that I even saw not the
20faces of those mighty friends. Still I would penetrate their misty veil and seek them in their cloudy retreats. What
21were rain and storm to me? My mule was brought to the door, and I resolved to ascend to the summit of Montanvert. I
22remembered the effect that the view of the tremendous and ever-moving glacier had produced upon my mind when I first saw
23it. It had then filled me with a sublime ecstasy that gave wings to the soul and allowed it to soar from the obscure
24world to light and joy. The sight of the awful and majestic in nature had indeed always the effect of solemnising my
25mind and causing me to forget the passing cares of life. I determined to go without a guide, for I was well acquainted
26with the path, and the presence of another would destroy the solitary grandeur of the scene. The ascent is precipitous,
27but the path is cut into continual and short windings, which enable you to surmount the perpendicularity of the
28mountain. It is a scene terrifically desolate. In a thousand spots the traces of the winter avalanche may be perceived,
29where trees lie broken and strewed on the ground, some entirely destroyed, others bent, leaning upon the jutting rocks
30of the mountain or transversely upon other trees. The path, as you ascend higher, is intersected by ravines of snow,
31down which stones continually roll from above; one of them is particularly dangerous, as the slightest sound, such as
32even speaking in a loud voice, produces a concussion of air sufficient to draw destruction upon the head of the speaker.
33The pines are not tall or luxuriant, but they are sombre and add an air of severity to the scene. I looked on the valley
34beneath; vast mists were rising from the rivers which ran through it and curling in thick wreaths around the opposite
35mountains, whose summits were hid in the uniform clouds, while rain poured from the dark sky and added to the melancholy
36impression I received from the objects around me. Alas! Why does man boast of sensibilities superior to those apparent
37in the brute; it only renders them more necessary beings. If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire,
38we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may
39convey to us. We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel,
40conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow,
41The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but mutability!
42It was nearly noon when I arrived at the top of the ascent. For some time I sat upon the rock that overlooks the sea of
43ice. A mist covered both that and the surrounding mountains. Presently a breeze dissipated the cloud, and I descended
44upon the glacier. The surface is very uneven, rising like the waves of a troubled sea, descending low, and interspersed
45by rifts that sink deep. The field of ice is almost a league in width, but I spent nearly two hours in crossing it. The
46opposite mountain is a bare perpendicular rock. From the side where I now stood Montanvert was exactly opposite, at the
47distance of a league; and above it rose Mont Blanc, in awful majesty. I remained in a recess of the rock, gazing on this
48wonderful and stupendous scene. The sea, or rather the vast river of ice, wound among its dependent mountains, whose
49aerial summits hung over its recesses. Their icy and glittering peaks shone in the sunlight over the clouds. My heart,
50which was before sorrowful, now swelled with something like joy; I exclaimed, "Wandering spirits, if indeed ye wander,
51and do not rest in your narrow beds, allow me this faint happiness, or take me, as your companion, away from the joys of
52life." As I said this I suddenly beheld the figure of a man, at some distance, advancing towards me with superhuman
53speed. He bounded over the crevices in the ice, among which I had walked with caution; his stature, also, as he
54approached, seemed to exceed that of man. I was troubled; a mist came over my eyes, and I felt a faintness seize me, but
55I was quickly restored by the cold gale of the mountains. I perceived, as the shape came nearer (sight tremendous and
56abhorred!) that it was the wretch whom I had created. I trembled with rage and horror, resolving to wait his approach
57and then close with him in mortal combat. He approached; his countenance bespoke bitter anguish, combined with disdain
58and malignity, while its unearthly ugliness rendered it almost too horrible for human eyes. But I scarcely observed
59this; rage and hatred had at first deprived me of utterance, and I recovered only to overwhelm him with words expressive
60of furious detestation and contempt. "Devil," I exclaimed, "do you dare approach me? And do not you fear the fierce
61vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head? Begone, vile insect! Or rather, stay, that I may trample you to
62dust! And, oh! That I could, with the extinction of your miserable existence, restore those victims whom you have so
63diabolically murdered!" "I expected this reception," said the dæmon. "All men hate the wretched; how, then, must I be
64hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou
65art bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us. You purpose to kill me. How dare you sport thus with
66life? Do your duty towards me, and I will do mine towards you and the rest of mankind. If you will comply with my
67conditions, I will leave them and you at peace; but if you refuse, I will glut the maw of death, until it be satiated
68with the blood of your remaining friends." "Abhorred monster! Fiend that thou art! The tortures of hell are too mild a
69vengeance for thy crimes. Wretched devil! You reproach me with your creation, come on, then, that I may extinguish the
70spark which I so negligently bestowed." My rage was without bounds; I sprang on him, impelled by all the feelings which
71can arm one being against the existence of another. He easily eluded me and said,
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