<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2>
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<p class="i6">Away with me.</p>
<p>The clouds grow thicker—there—now lean on me.</p>
<p>Place your foot here—here, take this staff, and cling</p>
<p>A moment to that shrub—now, give me your hand.</p>
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<p>The chalet will be gained within an hour.</p>
<p class="i16"><i>Manfred.</i></p>
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<p>After surveying the desolate scene as accurately
as the stormy state of the atmosphere would permit,
the younger of the travellers observed, "In
any other country, I should say the tempest begins
to abate; but what to expect in this land of desolation,
it were rash to decide. If the apostate
spirit of Pilate be actually on the blast, these
lingering and more distant howls seem to intimate
that he is returning to his place of punishment.
The pathway has sunk with the ground on which
it was traced—I can see part of it lying down in
the abyss, marking, as with a streak of clay, yonder
mass of earth and stone. But I think it possible,
with your permission, my father, that I could
still scramble forward along the edge of the precipice,
till I come in sight of the habitation which
the lad tells us of. If there be actually such a one,
there must be an access to it somewhere; and if I
cannot find the path out, I can at least make a
signal to those who dwell near the Vulture's Nest
yonder, and obtain some friendly guidance."</p>
<p>"I cannot consent to your incurring such a
risk," said his father; "let the lad go forward, if
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he can and will. He is mountain-bred, and I
will reward him richly."</p>
<p>But Antonio declined the proposal absolutely
and decidedly. "I am mountain-bred," he said,
"but I am no chamois-hunter; and I have no
wings to transport me from cliff to cliff, like a
raven—gold is not worth life."</p>
<p>"And God forbid," said Seignor Philipson,
"that I should tempt thee to weigh them against
each other!—Go on, then, my son—I follow
thee."</p>
<p>"Under your favour, dearest sir, no," replied
the young man; "it is enough to endanger the life
of one—and mine, far the most worthless, should,
by all the rules of wisdom as well as nature, be
put first in hazard."</p>
<p>"No, Arthur," replied his father, in a determined
voice; "no, my son—I have survived
much, but I will not survive thee."</p>
<p>"I fear not for the issue, father, if you permit
me to go alone; but I cannot—dare not—undertake
a task so perilous, if you persist in attempting
to share it, with no better aid than mine. While
I endeavoured to make a new advance, I should be
ever looking back to see how you might attain the
station which I was about to leave—And bethink
you, dearest father, that if I fall, I fall an unregarded
thing, of as little moment as the stone or
tree which has toppled headlong down before me.
But you—should your foot slip, or your hand fail,
bethink you what and how much must needs fall
with you!"</p>
<p>"Thou art right, my child," said the father.
"I still have that which binds me to life, even
though I were to lose in thee all that is dear to
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me.—Our Lady and our Lady's Knight bless thee
and prosper thee, my child! Thy foot is young,
thy hand is strong—thou hast not climbed Plynlimmon
in vain. Be bold, but be wary—remember
there is a man who, failing thee, has but one
act of duty to bind him to the earth, and, that discharged,
will soon follow thee."</p>
<p>The young man accordingly prepared for his
journey, and, stripping himself of his cumbrous
cloak, showed his well-proportioned limbs in a
jerkin of grey cloth, which sat close to his person.
The father's resolution gave way when his son
turned round to bid him farewell. He recalled
his permission, and in a peremptory tone forbade
him to proceed. But, without listening to the
prohibition, Arthur had commenced his perilous
adventure. Descending from the platform on
which he stood, by the boughs of an old ash-tree,
which thrust itself out of the cleft of a rock, the
youth was enabled to gain, though at great risk, a
narrow ledge, the very brink of the precipice, by
creeping along which he hoped to pass on till he
made himself heard or seen from the habitation,
of whose existence the guide had informed him.
His situation, as he pursued this bold purpose,
appeared so precarious, that even the hired attendant
hardly dared to draw breath as he gazed on
him. The ledge which supported him seemed to
grow so narrow, as he passed along it, as to become
altogether invisible, while sometimes with his
face to the precipice, sometimes looking forward,
sometimes glancing his eyes upward, but never
venturing to cast a look below, lest his brain
should grow giddy at a sight so appalling, he
wound his way onward. To his father and the
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attendant, who beheld his progress, it was less
that of a man advancing in the ordinary manner,
and resting by aught connected with the firm
earth, than that of an insect crawling along the
face of a perpendicular wall, of whose progressive
movement we are indeed sensible, but cannot perceive
the means of its support. And bitterly, most
bitterly, did the miserable parent now lament,
that he had not persisted in his purpose to encounter
the baffling and even perilous measure of
retracing his steps to the habitation of the preceding
night. He should then, at least, have
partaken the fate of the son of his love.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, the young man's spirits were strongly
braced for the performance of his perilous task.
He laid a powerful restraint on his imagination,
which in general was sufficiently active, and refused
to listen, even for an instant, to any of the
horrible insinuations by which fancy augments
actual danger. He endeavoured manfully to reduce
all around him to the scale of right reason, as the
best support of true courage. "This ledge of rock,"
he urged to himself, "is but narrow, yet it has
breadth enough to support me; these cliffs and
crevices in the surface are small and distant, but
the one affords as secure a resting-place to my feet,
the other as available a grasp to my hands, as if I
stood on a platform of a cubit broad, and rested
my arm on a balustrade of marble. My safety,
therefore, depends on myself. If I move with
decision, step firmly, and hold fast, what signifies
how near I am to the mouth of an abyss?"</p>
<p>Thus estimating the extent of his danger by the
measure of sound sense and reality, and supported
by some degree of practice in such exercise, the
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brave youth went forward on his awful journey,
step by step, winning his way with a caution and
fortitude and presence of mind which alone could
have saved him from instant destruction. At
length he gained a point where a projecting rock
formed the angle of the precipice, so far as it had
been visible to him from the platform. This,
therefore, was the critical point of his undertaking;
but it was also the most perilous part of it.
The rock projected more than six feet forward over
the torrent, which he heard raging at the depth of
a hundred yards beneath, with a noise like subterranean
thunder. He examined the spot with
the utmost care, and was led, by the existence of
shrubs, grass, and even stunted trees, to believe
that this rock marked the farthest extent of the
slip or slide of earth, and that, could he but turn
round the angle of which it was the termination,
he might hope to attain the continuation of the
path which had been so strangely interrupted by
this convulsion of nature. But the crag jutted
out so much as to afford no possibility of passing
either under or around it; and as it rose several
feet above the position which Arthur had attained,
it was no easy matter to climb over it. This was,
however, the course which he chose, as the only
mode of surmounting what he hoped might prove
the last obstacle to his voyage of discovery. A
projecting tree afforded him the means of raising
and swinging himself up to the top of the crag.
But he had scarcely planted himself on it, had
scarcely a moment to congratulate himself, on
seeing, amid a wild chaos of cliffs and wood, the
gloomy ruins of Geierstein, with smoke arising,
and indicating something like a human habitation
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beside them, when, to his extreme terror, he felt
the huge cliff on which he stood tremble, stoop
slowly forward, and gradually sink from its position.
Projecting as it was, and shaken as its
equilibrium had been by the recent earthquake, it
lay now so insecurely poised, that its balance was
entirely destroyed, even by the addition of the
young man's weight.</p>
<p>Aroused by the imminence of the danger, Arthur,
by an instinctive attempt at self-preservation,
drew cautiously back from the falling crag into
the tree by which he had ascended, and turned
his head back as if spell-bound, to watch the
descent of the fatal rock from which he had just
retreated. It tottered for two or three seconds, as
if uncertain which way to fall, and, had it taken
a sidelong direction, must have dashed the adventurer
from his place of refuge, or borne both the
tree and him headlong down into the river. After
a moment of horrible uncertainty, the power of
gravitation determined a direct and forward descent.
Down went the huge fragment, which
must have weighed at least twenty tons, rending
and splintering in its precipitate course the trees
and bushes which it encountered, and settling at
length in the channel of the torrent, with a din
equal to the discharge of a hundred pieces of artillery.
The sound was re-echoed from bank to bank,
from precipice to precipice, with emulative thunders;
nor was the tumult silent till it rose into the
region of eternal snows, which, equally insensible
to terrestrial sounds and unfavourable to animal
life, heard the roar in their majestic solitude, but
suffered it to die away without a responsive voice.</p>
<p>What, in the meanwhile, were the thoughts of
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the distracted father, who saw the ponderous rock
descend, but could not mark whether his only son
had borne it company in its dreadful fall! His
first impulse was to rush forward along the face of
the precipice, which he had seen Arthur so lately
traverse; and when the lad Antonio withheld him,
by throwing his arms around him, he turned on
the guide with the fury of a bear which had been
robbed of her cubs.</p>
<p>"Unhand me, base peasant," he exclaimed, "or
thou diest on the spot!"</p>
<p>"Alas!" said the poor boy, dropping on his
knees before him, "I too have a father!"</p>
<p>The appeal went to the heart of the traveller,
who instantly let the lad go, and holding up his
hands, and lifting his eyes towards heaven, said,
in accents of the deepest agony, mingled with
devout resignation, "<i>Fiat voluntas tua!</i>—he was
my last, and loveliest, and best beloved, and most
worthy of my love; and yonder," he added, "yonder
over the glen soar the birds of prey, who are
to feast on his young blood.—But I will see him
once more," exclaimed the miserable parent, as the
huge carrion vulture floated past him on the thick
air,—"I will see my Arthur once more, ere the
wolf and the eagle mangle him—I will see all of
him that earth still holds. Detain me not—but
abide here, and watch me as I advance. If I fall,
as is most likely, I charge you to take the sealed
papers, which you will find in the valise, and carry
them to the person to whom they are addressed,
with the least possible delay. There is money
enough in the purse to bury me with my poor boy,
and to cause masses be said for our souls, and yet
leave you a rich recompense for your journey."
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<p>The honest Swiss lad, obtuse in his understanding,
but kind and faithful in his disposition,
blubbered as his employer spoke, and, afraid to
offer further remonstrance or opposition, saw his
temporary master prepare himself to traverse the
same fatal precipice over the verge of which his
ill-fated son had seemed to pass to the fate which,
with all the wildness of a parent's anguish, his
father was hastening to share.</p>
<p>Suddenly there was heard, from beyond the fatal
angle from which the mass of stone had been displaced
by Arthur's rash ascent, the loud hoarse
sound of one of those huge horns made out of the
spoils of the urus, or wild bull, of Switzerland,
which in ancient times announced the terrors of the
charge of these mountaineers, and, indeed, served
them in war instead of all musical instruments.</p>
<p>"Hold, sir, hold!" exclaimed the Grison.
"Yonder is a signal from Geierstein. Some one
will presently come to our assistance, and show
us the safer way to seek for your son.—And look
you—at yon green bush that is glimmering
through the mist, St. Antonio preserve me, as
I see a white cloth displayed there! it is just
beyond the point where the rock fell."</p>
<p>The father endeavoured to fix his eyes on the
spot, but they filled so fast with tears that they
could not discern the object which the guide
pointed out.—"It is all in vain," he said, dashing
the tears from his eyes—"I shall never see
more of him than his lifeless remains!"</p>
<p>"You will—you will see him in life!" said
the Grison. "St. Antonio wills it so—See, the
white cloth waves again!"</p>
<p>"Some remnant of his garments," said the despairing
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father,—"some wretched memorial of his
fate.—No, my eyes see it not—I have beheld the
fall of my house—would that the vultures of these
crags had rather torn them from their sockets!"</p>
<p>"Yet look again," said the Swiss; "the cloth
hangs not loose upon a bough—I can see that it
is raised on the end of a staff, and is distinctly
waved to and fro. Your son makes a signal that
he is safe."</p>
<p>"And if it be so," said the traveller, clasping
his hands together, "blessed be the eyes that see
it, and the tongue that tells it! If we find my
son, and find him alive, this day shall be a lucky
one for thee too."</p>
<p>"Nay," answered the lad, "I only ask that you
will abide still, and act by counsel, and I will
hold myself quit for my services. Only, it is not
creditable to an honest lad to have people lose
themselves by their own wilfulness; for the blame,
after all, is sure to fall upon the guide, as if he
could prevent old Pontius from shaking the mist
from his brow, or banks of earth from slipping
down into the valley at a time, or young harebrained
gallants from walking upon precipices as
narrow as the edge of a knife, or madmen, whose
grey hairs might make them wiser, from drawing
daggers like bravos in Lombardy."</p>
<p>Thus the guide ran on, and in that vein he
might have long continued, for Seignor Philipson
heard him not. Each throb of his pulse, each
thought of his heart, was directed towards the
object which the lad referred to as a signal of his
son's safety. He became at length satisfied that
the signal was actually waved by a human hand;
and, as eager in the glow of reviving hope as he
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had of late been under the influence of desperate
grief, he again prepared for the attempt of advancing
towards his son, and assisting him, if possible,
in regaining a place of safety. But the entreaties
and reiterated assurances of his guide induced him
to pause.</p>
<p>"Are you fit," he said, "to go on the crag?
Can you repeat your Credo and Ave without missing
or misplacing a word? for, without that, our
old men say your neck, had you a score of them,
would be in danger.—Is your eye clear, and your
feet firm?—I trow the one streams like a fountain,
and the other shakes like the aspen which
overhangs it! Rest here till those arrive who are
far more able to give your son help than either
you or I are. I judge, by the fashion of his blowing,
that yonder is the horn of the Goodman of
Geierstein, Arnold Biederman. He hath seen your
son's danger, and is even now providing for his
safety and ours. There are cases in which the aid
of one stranger, well acquainted with the country,
is worth that of three brothers who know not the
crags."</p>
<p>"But if yonder horn really sounded a signal,"
said the traveller, "how chanced it that my son
replied not?"</p>
<p>"And if he did so, as is most likely he did,"
rejoined the Grison, "how should we have heard
him? The bugle of Uri itself sounded amid these
horrible dins of water and tempest like the reed of
a shepherd boy; and how think you we should
hear the holloa of a man?"</p>
<p>"Yet, methinks," said Seignor Philipson, "I do
hear something amid this roar of elements which
is like a human voice—but it is not Arthur's."
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<p>"I wot well, no," answered the Grison; "that is
a woman's voice. The maidens will converse with
each other in that manner, from cliff to cliff, through
storm and tempest, were there a mile between."</p>
<p>"Now, Heaven be praised for this providential
relief!" said Seignor Philipson; "I trust we shall
yet see this dreadful day safely ended. I will
holloa in answer."</p>
<p>He attempted to do so, but, inexperienced in the
art of making himself heard in such a country, he
pitched his voice in the same key with that of the
roar of wave and wind; so that, even at twenty
yards from the place where he was speaking, it
must have been totally indistinguishable from
that of the elemental war around them. The lad
smiled at his patron's ineffectual attempts, and
then raised his voice himself in a high, wild, and
prolonged scream, which, while produced with
apparently much less effort than that of the
Englishman, was nevertheless a distinct sound,
separated from others by the key to which it was
pitched, and was probably audible to a very considerable
distance. It was presently answered by
distant cries of the same nature, which gradually
approached the platform, bringing renovated hope
to the anxious traveller.</p>
<p>If the distress of the father rendered his condition
an object of deep compassion, that of the son,
at the same moment, was sufficiently perilous.
We have already stated, that Arthur Philipson
had commenced his precarious journey along the
precipice with all the coolness, resolution, and
unshaken determination of mind which was most
essential to a task where all must depend upon
firmness of nerve. But the formidable accident
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which checked his onward progress was of a
character so dreadful as made him feel all the bitterness
of a death instant, horrible, and, as it
seemed, inevitable. The solid rock had trembled
and rent beneath his footsteps, and although, by
an effort rather mechanical than voluntary, he had
withdrawn himself from the instant ruin attending
its descent, he felt as if the better part of him,
his firmness of mind and strength of body, had
been rent away with the descending rock, as it fell
thundering, with clouds of dust and smoke, into
the torrents and whirlpools of the vexed gulf
beneath. In fact, the seaman swept from the deck
of a wrecked vessel, drenched in the waves, and
battered against the rocks on the shore, does not
differ more from the same mariner, when, at the
commencement of the gale, he stood upon the deck
of his favourite ship, proud of her strength and his
own dexterity, than Arthur, when commencing his
journey, from the same Arthur, while clinging to
the decayed trunk of an old tree, from which, suspended
between heaven and earth, he saw the fall
of the crag which he had so nearly accompanied.
The effects of his terror, indeed, were physical as
well as moral, for a thousand colours played before
his eyes; he was attacked by a sick dizziness, and
deprived at once of the obedience of those limbs
which had hitherto served him so admirably; his
arms and hands, as if no longer at his own command,
now clung to the branches of the tree, with
a cramp-like tenacity over which he seemed to
possess no power, and now trembled in a state of
such complete nervous relaxation as led him to fear
that they were becoming unable to support him
longer in his position.
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<p>An incident, in itself trifling, added to the distress
occasioned by this alienation of his powers.
All living things in the neighbourhood had, as
might be supposed, been startled by the tremendous
fall to which his progress had given occasion.
Flights of owls, bats, and other birds of darkness,
compelled to betake themselves to the air, had lost
no time in returning into their bowers of ivy, or
the harbour afforded them by the rifts and holes of
the neighbouring rocks. One of this ill-omened
flight chanced to be a lammer-geier, or Alpine
vulture, a bird larger and more voracious than the
eagle himself, and which Arthur had not been
accustomed to see, or at least to look upon closely.
With the instinct of most birds of prey, it is the
custom of this creature, when gorged with food, to
assume some station of inaccessible security, and
there remain stationary and motionless for days
together, till the work of digestion has been accomplished,
and activity returns with the pressure of
appetite. Disturbed from such a state of repose,
one of these terrific birds had risen from the ravine
to which the species gives its name, and having
circled unwillingly round, with a ghastly scream
and a flagging wing, it had sunk down upon the
pinnacle of a crag, not four yards from the tree
in which Arthur held his precarious station.
Although still in some degree stupefied by torpor,
it seemed encouraged by the motionless state of
the young man to suppose him dead, or dying, and
sat there and gazed at him, without displaying
any of that apprehension which the fiercest animals
usually entertain from the vicinity of man.</p>
<p>As Arthur, endeavouring to shake off the incapacitating
effects of his panic fear, raised his eyes
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to look gradually and cautiously around, he encountered
those of the voracious and obscene bird,
whose head and neck denuded of feathers, her eyes
surrounded by an iris of an orange-tawny colour,
and a position more horizontal than erect, distinguished
her as much from the noble carriage and
graceful proportions of the eagle, as those of the
lion place him in the ranks of creation above the
gaunt, ravenous, grisly, yet dastard wolf.</p>
<p>As if arrested by a charm, the eyes of young
Philipson remained bent on this ill-omened and
ill-favoured bird, without his having the power to
remove them. The apprehension of dangers, ideal
as well as real, weighed upon his weakened mind,
disabled as it was by the circumstances of his situation.
The near approach of a creature, not more
loathsome to the human race than averse to come
within their reach, seemed as ominous as it was unusual.
Why did it gaze on him with such glaring
earnestness, projecting its disgusting form, as if
presently to alight upon his person? The foul
bird, was she the demon of the place to which her
name referred? and did she come to exult that an
intruder on her haunts seemed involved amid their
perils, with little hope or chance of deliverance?
Or was it a native vulture of the rocks, whose
sagacity foresaw that the rash traveller was soon
destined to become its victim? Could the creature,
whose senses are said to be so acute, argue
from circumstances the stranger's approaching
death, and wait, like a raven or hooded crow by a
dying sheep, for the earliest opportunity to commence
her ravenous banquet? Was he doomed to
feel its beak and talons before his heart's blood
should cease to beat? Had he already lost the
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dignity of humanity, the awe which the being
formed in the image of his Maker inspires into all
inferior creatures?</p>
<p>Apprehensions so painful served more than all
that reason could suggest to renew in some degree
the elasticity of the young man's mind. By waving
his handkerchief, using, however, the greatest
precaution in his movements, he succeeded in
scaring the vulture from his vicinity. It rose
from its resting-place, screaming harshly and dolefully,
and sailed on its expanded pinions to seek a
place of more undisturbed repose, while the adventurous
traveller felt a sensible pleasure at being
relieved of its disgusting presence.</p>
<p>With more collected ideas, the young man, who
could obtain, from his position, a partial view of
the platform he had left, endeavoured to testify
his safety to his father, by displaying, as high as
he could, the banner by which he had chased off
the vulture. Like them, too, he heard, but at a
less distance, the burst of the great Swiss horn,
which seemed to announce some near succour. He
replied by shouting and waving his flag, to direct
assistance to the spot where it was so much required;
and, recalling his faculties, which had
almost deserted him, he laboured mentally to
recover hope, and with hope the means and motive
for exertion.</p>
<p>A faithful Catholic, he eagerly recommended
himself in prayer to Our Lady of Einsiedlen, and,
making vows of propitiation, besought her intercession,
that he might be delivered from his dreadful
condition. "Or, gracious Lady!" he concluded
his orison, "if it is my doom to lose my life like
a hunted fox amidst this savage wilderness of
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tottering crags, restore at least my natural sense of
patience and courage, and let not one who has
lived like a man, though a sinful one, meet death
like a timid hare!"</p>
<p>Having devoutly recommended himself to that
Protectress, of whom the legends of the Catholic
Church form a picture so amiable, Arthur, though
every nerve still shook with his late agitation,
and his heart throbbed with a violence that threatened
to suffocate him, turned his thoughts and
observation to the means of effecting his escape.
But, as he looked around him, he became more
and more sensible how much he was enervated by
the bodily injuries and the mental agony which he
had sustained during his late peril. He could
not, by any effort of which he was capable, fix his
giddy and bewildered eyes on the scene around
him;—they seemed to reel till the landscape
danced along with them, and a motley chaos of
thickets and tall cliffs, which interposed between
him and the ruinous Castle of Geierstein, mixed
and whirled round in such confusion, that nothing,
save the consciousness that such an idea was the
suggestion of partial insanity, prevented him from
throwing himself from the tree, as if to join the
wild dance to which his disturbed brain had given
motion.</p>
<p>"Heaven be my protection!" said the unfortunate
young man, closing his eyes, in hopes, by
abstracting himself from the terrors of his situation,
to compose his too active imagination, "my
senses are abandoning me!"</p>
<p>He became still more convinced that this was
the case, when a female voice, in a high-pitched
but eminently musical accent, was heard at no
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great distance, as if calling to him. He opened
his eyes once more, raised his head, and looked
towards the place whence the sounds seemed to
come, though far from being certain that they
existed saving in his own disordered imagination.
The vision which appeared had almost confirmed
him in the opinion that his mind was
unsettled, and his senses in no state to serve him
accurately.</p>
<p>Upon the very summit of a pyramidical rock,
that rose out of the depth of the valley, was seen
a female figure, so obscured by mist that only
the outline could be traced. The form, reflected
against the sky, appeared rather the undefined
lineaments of a spirit than of a mortal maiden;
for her person seemed as light, and scarcely more
opaque, than the thin cloud that surrounded her
pedestal. Arthur's first belief was, that the
Virgin had heard his vows, and had descended in
person to his rescue; and he was about to recite
his Ave Maria, when the voice again called to him
with the singular shrill modulation of the mountain
halloo, by which the natives of the Alps can
hold conference with each other from one mountain
ridge to another, across ravines of great depth
and width.</p>
<p>While he debated how to address this unexpected
apparition, it disappeared from the point
which it at first occupied, and presently after
became again visible, perched on the cliff out of
which projected the tree in which Arthur had
taken refuge. Her personal appearance, as well as
her dress, made it then apparent that she was a
maiden of these mountains, familiar with their
dangerous paths. He saw that a beautiful young
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woman stood before him, who regarded him with
a mixture of pity and wonder.</p>
<p>"Stranger," she at length said, "who are you,
and whence come you?"</p>
<p>"I am a stranger, maiden, as you justly term
me," answered the young man, raising himself as
well as he could. "I left Lucerne this morning,
with my father, and a guide. I parted with them
not three furlongs from hence. May it please you,
gentle maiden, to warn them of my safety, for I
know my father will be in despair upon my
account?"</p>
<p>"Willingly," said the maiden; "but I think
my uncle, or some one of my kinsmen, must have
already found them, and will prove faithful guides.
Can I not aid you? Are you wounded? Are you
hurt? We were alarmed by the fall of a rock—ay,
and yonder it lies, a mass of no ordinary size."</p>
<p>As the Swiss maiden spoke thus, she approached
so close to the verge of the precipice, and looked
with such indifference into the gulf, that the
sympathy which connects the actor and spectator
upon such occasions brought back the sickness
and vertigo from which Arthur had just recovered,
and he sank back into his former more recumbent
posture, with something like a faint groan.</p>
<p>"You are then ill?" said the maiden, who observed
him turn pale. "Where and what is the
harm you have received?"</p>
<p>"None, gentle maiden, saving some bruises of
little import; but my head turns, and my heart
grows sick, when I see you so near the verge of
the cliff."</p>
<p>"Is that all?" replied the Swiss maiden.
"Know, stranger, that I do not stand on my
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uncle's hearth with more security than I have
stood upon precipices compared to which this is
a child's leap. You too, stranger, if, as I judge
from the traces, you have come along the edge of
the precipice which the earth-slide hath laid bare,
ought to be far beyond such weakness, since surely
you must be well entitled to call yourself a
cragsman."</p>
<p>"I might have called myself so half an hour
since," answered Arthur; "but I think I shall
hardly venture to assume the name in future."</p>
<p>"Be not downcast," said his kind adviser, "for
a passing qualm, which will at times cloud the
spirit and dazzle the eyesight of the bravest and
most experienced. Raise yourself upon the trunk
of the tree, and advance closer to the rock out of
which it grows. Observe the place well. It is
easy for you, when you have attained the lower
part of the projecting stem, to gain by one bold
step the solid rock upon which I stand, after
which there is no danger or difficulty worthy of
mention to a young man, whose limbs are whole,
and whose courage is active."</p>
<p>"My limbs are indeed sound," replied the
youth; "but I am ashamed to think how much my
courage is broken. Yet I will not disgrace the
interest you have taken in an unhappy wanderer,
by listening longer to the dastardly suggestions of
a feeling which till to-day has been a stranger to
my bosom."</p>
<p>The maiden looked on him anxiously, and with
much interest, as, raising himself cautiously, and
moving along the trunk of the tree, which lay
nearly horizontal from the rock, and seemed to
bend as he changed his posture, the youth at
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length stood upright, within what, on level
ground, had been but an extended stride to the
cliff on which the Swiss maiden stood. But instead
of being a step to be taken on the level and
firm earth, it was one which must cross a dark
abyss, at the bottom of which a torrent surged
and boiled with incredible fury. Arthur's knees
knocked against each other, his feet became of
lead, and seemed no longer at his command; and
he experienced, in a stronger degree than ever,
that unnerving influence, which those who have
been overwhelmed by it in a situation of like
peril never can forget, and which others, happily
strangers to its power, may have difficulty even in
comprehending.</p>
<p>The young woman discerned his emotion, and
foresaw its probable consequences. As the only
mode in her power to restore his confidence, she
sprang lightly from the rock to the stem of the
tree, on which she alighted with the ease and
security of a bird, and in the same instant back to
the cliff; and extending her hand to the stranger,
"My arm," she said, "is but a slight balustrade;
yet do but step forward with resolution, and you
will find it as secure as the battlement of Berne."
But shame now overcame terror so much, that
Arthur, declining assistance which he could not
have accepted without feeling lowered in his own
eyes, took heart of grace, and successfully achieved
the formidable step which placed him upon the
same cliff with his kind assistant.</p>
<p>To seize her hand and raise it to his lips, in
affectionate token of gratitude and respect, was
naturally the youth's first action; nor was it possible
for the maiden to have prevented him from
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doing so, without assuming a degree of prudery
foreign to her character, and occasioning a ceremonious
debate upon a matter of no great consequence,
where the scene of action was a rock
scarce five feet long by three in width, and which
looked down upon a torrent roaring some three
hundred feet below.
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