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I was still exhausted the next morning, though I had 

 slept soundly ; yet I did not like to give way, and tried 

 my best to keep up, but my step that day was void of 

 elasticity, and altogether it was sorry work. The sight 

 at early dawn from the Kramer was indeed a glorious 

 one. We were almost opposite the Zug Spitz, and seem- 

 ingly quite near it ; and it was as though we looked down 

 upon the mountains and the snow-plains on their tops. 

 And when the sun came, there was a lovely pageantry ! 



We saw only two chamois the whole day. In going 

 home we met a man, who passed us scowlingly, and with- 

 out a word, — a most unusual and strange omission, for 

 here every wayfarer greets the other as he goes by. 



" That is a poacher of Garmisch," said Bauer, as we 

 went on ; " as great a rascal as ever breathed. I have no 

 doubt that his rifle is hidden near, somewhere among 

 the stones or latschen." 



This was the last time but one of my going out. I 

 again passed the night at the Oester Berg, and in the 

 morning went out alone, though the overpowering lan- 

 guor still dragged me to the earth. The ground was 

 covered with snow, and mists were on the hills, and 

 a drizzling rain soon began to make everything wet and 

 miserable. At last I found it was useless to try to go 

 on : I was obliged to give it up, being fairly brought to 

 standstill, and literally unable to drag one foot after 

 the other. I crawled to the hut as well as I could, and 

 lying down close to the stove fell asleep for an hour. 

 I afterwards managed to reach Partenkirchen, where I 

 found, by every one telling me how yellow I was, that I 

 had the jaundice. My languor of the preceding days 

 was now explained. It was a grievous thing to be con- 

 fined to my bed for weeks, and the mountains so near ; 

 and as day after day I turned and looked at them from 



