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remains of snow upon it, even so late as Midsummer-day; and I once 
intended, as a frolic, to go and make snow-balls there during the dog 
days. And here 1 cannot help remarking, that something like a feeling 
of vexation has constantly occurred to me, on coming to the top of 
every mountain I had yet ascended. While struggling, and almost 
exhausted with fatigue, there is a spur which yet animates to the last 
effort; and the mind anticipates, with some delight, the unbounded 
view with which it will be presented; but how great is the disappoint¬ 
ment, when, after all, you see on every side around you, mountains 
still higher than that on which you stand; whilst all the space that is 
visible, is that only which intervenes between them! 
So pleased at first the tow'ring alps we try, 
Mount o’er the vales, and seem to tread the sky; 
Th’ eternal snows appear already past, 
And the first clouds and mountains seem the last; 
But, those attained, we tremble to survey 
The growing labours of the lengthen’d way, 
Th’ increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes, 
Hills peep o'er hills, and alps on alps arise. 
From our present situation, however, we enjoyed a more extensive 
prospect than any we had yet seen ; and it gave me an opportunity of 
taking the bearings of many objects. There were few that I have not 
before noticed, except a monastery named Phajudee, situated to the right 
upon the same range of mountains, belonging to Lam’ Rimbochay, and 
