The Rigi-Kulm is an imposing Alpine mass, six thousand feet high, which
stands by itself, and commands a mighty prospect of blue lakes, green valleys,
and snowy mountains-- a compact and magnificent picture three hundred miles in
circumference. The ascent is made by rail, or horseback, or on foot, as one may
prefer. I and my agent panoplied ourselves in walking-costume, one bright
morning, and started down the lake on the steamboat; we got ashore at the
village of Wa"ggis; three-quarters of an hour distant from Lucerne. This village
is at the foot of the mountain.
We were soon tramping leisurely up the leafy mule-path, and then the talk
began to flow, as usual. It was twelve o'clock noon, and a breezy, cloudless
day; the ascent was gradual, and the glimpses, from under the curtaining boughs,
of blue water, and tiny sailboats, and beetling cliffs, were as charming as
glimpses of dreamland. All the circumstances were perfect--and the
anticipations, too, for we should soon be enjoying, for the first time, that
wonderful spectacle, an Alpine sunrise--the object of our journey. There was
(apparently) no real need for hurry, for the guide-book made the
walking-distance from Wa"ggis to the summit only three hours and a quarter. I
say "apparently," because the guide-book had already fooled us once--about the
distance from Allerheiligen to Oppenau--and for aught I knew it might be getting
ready to fool us again. We were only certain as to the altitudes-- we calculated
to find out for ourselves how many hours it is from the bottom to the top. The
summit is six thousand feet above the sea, but only forty-five hundred feet
above the lake. When we had walked half an hour, we were fairly into the swing
and humor of the undertaking, so we cleared for action; that is to say, we got a
boy whom we met to carry our alpenstocks and satchels and overcoats and things
for us; that left us free for business. I suppose we must have stopped oftener
to stretch out on the grass in the shade and take a bit of a smoke than this boy
was used to, for presently he asked if it had been our idea to hire him by the
job, or by the year? We told him he could move along if he was in a hurry. He
said he wasn't in such a very particular hurry, but he wanted to get to the top
while he was young. We told him to clear out, then, and leave the things at the
uppermost hotel and say we should be along presently. He said he would secure us
a hotel if he could, but if they were all full he would ask them to build
another one and hurry up and get the paint and plaster dry against we arrived.
Still gently chaffing us, he pushed ahead, up the trail, and soon disappeared.
By six o'clock we were pretty high up in the air, and the view of lake and
mountains had greatly grown in breadth and interest. We halted awhile at a
little public house, where we had bread and cheese and a quart or two of fresh
milk, out on the porch, with the big panorama all before us--and then moved on
again.
Ten minutes afterward we met a hot, red-faced man plunging down the mountain,
making mighty strides, swinging his alpenstock ahead of him, and taking a grip
on the ground with its iron point to support these big strides. He stopped,
fanned himself with his hat, swabbed the perspiration from his face and neck
with a red handkerchief, panted a moment or two, and asked how far to Wa"ggis. I
said three hours. He looked surprised, and said:
"Why, it seems as if I could toss a biscuit into the lake from here, it's so
close by. Is that an inn, there?"
I said it was.
"Well," said he, "I can't stand another three hours, I've had enough today;
I'll take a bed there."
I asked:
"Are we nearly to the top?"
"Nearly to the TOP?" Why, bless your soul, you haven't really started, yet."
I said we would put up at the inn, too. So we turned back and ordered a hot
supper, and had quite a jolly evening of it with this Englishman.
The German landlady gave us neat rooms and nice beds, and when I and my agent
turned in, it was with the resolution to be up early and make the utmost of our
first Alpine sunrise. But of course we were dead tired, and slept like
policemen; so when we awoke in the morning and ran to the window it was already
too late, because it was half past eleven. It was a sharp disappointment.
However, we ordered breakfast and told the landlady to call the Englishman, but
she said he was already up and off at daybreak--and swearing like mad about
something or other. We could not find out what the matter was. He had asked the
landlady the altitude of her place above the level of the lake, and she told him
fourteen hundred and ninety-five feet. That was all that was said; then he lost
his temper. He said that between ------fools and guide-books, a man could
acquire ignorance enough in twenty-four hours in a country like this to last him
a year. Harris believed our boy had been loading him up with misinformation; and
this was probably the case, for his epithet described that boy to a dot.
We got under way about the turn of noon, and pulled out for the summit again,
with a fresh and vigorous step. When we had gone about two hundred yards, and
stopped to rest, I glanced to the left while I was lighting my pipe, and in the
distance detected a long worm of black smoke crawling lazily up the steep
mountain. Of course that was the locomotive. We propped ourselves on our elbows
at once, to gaze, for we had never seen a mountain railway yet. Presently we
could make out the train. It seemed incredible that that thing should creep
straight up a sharp slant like the roof of a house--but there it was, and it was
doing that very miracle.
In the course of a couple hours we reached a fine breezy altitude where the
little shepherd huts had big stones all over their roofs to hold them down to
the earth when the great storms rage. The country was wild and rocky about here,
but there were plenty of trees, plenty of moss, and grass.
Away off on the opposite shore of the lake we could see some villages, and
now for the first time we could observe the real difference between their
proportions and those of the giant mountains at whose feet they slept. When one
is in one of those villages it seems spacious, and its houses seem high and not
out of proportion to the mountain that overhands them--but from our altitude,
what a change! The mountains were bigger and grander than ever, as they stood
there thinking their solemn thoughts with their heads in the drifting clouds,
but the villages at their feet--when the painstaking eye could trace them up and
find them--were so reduced, almost invisible, and lay so flat against the
ground, that the exactest simile I can devise is to compare them to ant-deposits
of granulated dirt overshadowed by the huge bulk of a cathedral. The steamboats
skimming along under the stupendous precipices were diminished by distance to
the daintiest little toys, the sailboats and rowboats to shallops proper for
fairies that keep house in the cups of lilies and ride to court on the backs of
bumblebees.
Presently we came upon half a dozen sheep nibbling grass in the spray of a
stream of clear water that sprang from a rock wall a hundred feet high, and all
at once our ears were startled with a melodious "Lul ... l ... l l l
llul-lul-LAhee-o-o-o!" pealing joyously from a near but invisible source, and
recognized that we were hearing for the first time the famous Alpine JODEL in
its own native wilds. And we recognized, also, that it was that sort of quaint
commingling of baritone and falsetto which at home we call "Tyrolese warbling."
The jodeling (pronounced yOdling--emphasis on the O) continued, and was very
pleasant and inspiriting to hear. Now the jodeler appeared--a shepherd boy of
sixteen-- and in our gladness and gratitude we gave him a franc to jodel some
more. So he jodeled and we listened. We moved on, presently, and he generously
jodeled us out of sight. After about fifteen minutes we came across another
shepherd boy who was jodeling, and gave him half a franc to keep it up. He also
jodeled us out of sight. After that, we found a jodeler every ten minutes; we
gave the first one eight cents, the second one six cents, the third one four,
the fourth one a penny, contributed nothing to Nos. 5, 6, and 7, and during the
remainder of the day hired the rest of the jodelers, at a franc apiece, not to
jodel any more. There is somewhat too much of the jodeling in the Alps.
About the middle of the afternoon we passed through a prodigious natural
gateway called the Felsenthor, formed by two enormous upright rocks, with a
third lying across the top. There was a very attractive little hotel close by,
but our energies were not conquered yet, so we went on.
Three hours afterward we came to the railway-track. It was planted straight
up the mountain with the slant of a ladder that leans against a house, and it
seemed to us that man would need good nerves who proposed to travel up it or
down it either.
During the latter part of the afternoon we cooled our roasting interiors with
ice-cold water from clear streams, the only really satisfying water we had
tasted since we left home, for at the hotels on the continent they merely give
you a tumbler of ice to soak your water in, and that only modifies its hotness,
doesn't make it cold. Water can only be made cold enough for summer comfort by
being prepared in a refrigerator or a closed ice-pitcher. Europeans say
ice-water impairs digestion. How do they know?--they never drink any.
At ten minutes past six we reached the Kaltbad station, where there is a
spacious hotel with great verandas which command a majestic expanse of lake and
mountain scenery. We were pretty well fagged out, now, but as we did not wish to
miss the Alpine sunrise, we got through our dinner as quickly as possible and
hurried off to bed. It was unspeakably comfortable to stretch our weary limbs
between the cool, damp sheets. And how we did sleep!--for there is no opiate
like Alpine pedestrianism.
In the morning we both awoke and leaped out of bed at the same instant and
ran and stripped aside the window-curtains; but we suffered a bitter
disappointment again: it was already half past three in the afternoon.
We dressed sullenly and in ill spirits, each accusing the other of
oversleeping. Harris said if we had brought the courier along, as we ought to
have done, we should not have missed these sunrises. I said he knew very well
that one of us would have to sit up and wake the courier; and I added that we
were having trouble enough to take care of ourselves, on this climb, without
having to take care of a courier besides.
During breakfast our spirits came up a little, since we found by this
guide-book that in the hotels on the summit the tourist is not left to trust to
luck for his sunrise, but is roused betimes by a man who goes through the halls
with a great Alpine horn, blowing blasts that would raise the dead. And there
was another consoling thing: the guide-book said that up there on the summit the
guests did not wait to dress much, but seized a red bed blanket and sailed out
arrayed like an Indian. This was good; this would be romantic; two hundred and
fifty people grouped on the windy summit, with their hair flying and their red
blankets flapping, in the solemn presence of the coming sun, would be a striking
and memorable spectacle. So it was good luck, not ill luck, that we had missed
those other sunrises.
We were informed by the guide-book that we were now 3,228 feet above the
level of the lake--therefore full two-thirds of our journey had been
accomplished. We got away at a quarter past four, P.M.; a hundred yards above
the hotel the railway divided; one track went straight up the steep hill, the
other one turned square off to the right, with a very slight grade. We took the
latter, and followed it more than a mile, turned a rocky corner, and came in
sight of a handsome new hotel. If we had gone on, we should have arrived at the
summit, but Harris preferred to ask a lot of questions--as usual, of a man who
didn't know anything--and he told us to go back and follow the other route. We
did so. We could ill afford this loss of time.
We climbed and climbed; and we kept on climbing; we reached about forty
summits, but there was always another one just ahead. It came on to rain, and it
rained in dead earnest. We were soaked through and it was bitter cold. Next a
smoky fog of clouds covered the whole region densely, and we took to the
railway-ties to keep from getting lost. Sometimes we slopped along in a narrow
path on the left-hand side of the track, but by and by when the fog blew as
aside a little and we saw that we were treading the rampart of a precipice and
that our left elbows were projecting over a perfectly boundless and bottomless
vacancy, we gasped, and jumped for the ties again.
The night shut down, dark and drizzly and cold. About eight in the evening
the fog lifted and showed us a well-worn path which led up a very steep rise to
the left. We took it, and as soon as we had got far enough from the railway to
render the finding it again an impossibility, the fog shut down on us once more.
We were in a bleak, unsheltered place, now, and had to trudge right along, in
order to keep warm, though we rather expected to go over a precipice, sooner or
later. About nine o'clock we made an important discovery-- that we were not in
any path. We groped around a while on our hands and knees, but we could not find
it; so we sat down in the mud and the wet scant grass to wait.
We were terrified into this by being suddenly confronted with a vast body
which showed itself vaguely for an instant and in the next instant was smothered
in the fog again. It was really the hotel we were after, monstrously magnified
by the fog, but we took it for the face of a precipice, and decided not to try
to claw up it.
We sat there an hour, with chattering teeth and quivering bodies, and
quarreled over all sorts of trifles, but gave most of our attention to abusing
each other for the stupidity of deserting the railway-track. We sat with our
backs to the precipice, because what little wind there was came from that
quarter. At some time or other the fog thinned a little; we did not know when,
for we were facing the empty universe and the thinness could not show; but at
last Harris happened to look around, and there stood a huge, dim, spectral hotel
where the precipice had been. One could faintly discern the windows and
chimneys, and a dull blur of lights. Our first emotion was deep, unutterable
gratitude, our next was a foolish rage, born of the suspicion that possibly the
hotel had been visible three-quarters of an hour while we sat there in those
cold puddles quarreling.
Yes, it was the Rigi-Kulm hotel--the one that occupies the extreme summit,
and whose remote little sparkle of lights we had often seen glinting high aloft
among the stars from our balcony away down yonder in Lucerne. The crusty portier
and the crusty clerks gave us the surly reception which their kind deal out in
prosperous times, but by mollifying them with an extra display of obsequiousness
and servility we finally got them to show us to the room which our boy had
engaged for us.
We got into some dry clothing, and while our supper was preparing we loafed
forsakenly through a couple of vast cavernous drawing-rooms, one of which had a
stove in it. This stove was in a corner, and densely walled around with people.
We could not get near the fire, so we moved at large in the artic spaces, among
a multitude of people who sat silent, smileless, forlorn, and
shivering--thinking what fools they were to come, perhaps. There were some
Americans and some Germans, but one could see that the great majority were
English.
We lounged into an apartment where there was a great crowd, to see what was
going on. It was a memento-magazine. The tourists were eagerly buying all sorts
and styles of paper-cutters, marked "Souvenir of the Rigi," with handles made of
the little curved horn of the ostensible chamois; there were all manner of
wooden goblets and such things, similarly marked. I was going to buy a
paper-cutter, but I believed I could remember the cold comfort of the Rigi-Kulm
without it, so I smothered the impulse.
Supper warmed us, and we went immediately to bed--but first, as Mr. Baedeker
requests all tourists to call his attention to any errors which they may find in
his guide-books, I dropped him a line to inform him he missed it by just about
three days. I had previously informed him of his mistake about the distance from
Allerheiligen to Oppenau, and had also informed the Ordnance Depart of the
German government of the same error in the imperial maps. I will add, here, that
I never got any answer to those letters, or any thanks from either of those
sources; and, what is still more discourteous, these corrections have not been
made, either in the maps or the guide-books. But I will write again when I get
time, for my letters may have miscarried.
We curled up in the clammy beds, and went to sleep without rocking. We were
so sodden with fatigue that we never stirred nor turned over till the blooming
blasts of the Alpine horn aroused us. It may well be imagined that we did not
lose any time. We snatched on a few odds and ends of clothing, cocooned
ourselves in the proper red blankets, and plunged along the halls and out into
the whistling wind bareheaded. We saw a tall wooden scaffolding on the very peak
of the summit, a hundred yards away, and made for it. We rushed up the stairs to
the top of this scaffolding, and stood there, above the vast outlying world,
with hair flying and ruddy blankets waving and cracking in the fierce breeze.
"Fifteen minutes too late, at last!" said Harris, in a vexed voice. "The sun
is clear above the horizon."
"No matter," I said, "it is a most magnificent spectacle, and we will see it
do the rest of its rising anyway."
In a moment we were deeply absorbed in the marvel before us, and dead to
everything else. The great cloud-barred disk of the sun stood just above a
limitless expanse of tossing white-caps--so to speak--a billowy chaos of massy
mountain domes and peaks draped in imperishable snow, and flooded with an
opaline glory of changing and dissolving splendors, while through rifts in a
black cloud-bank above the sun, radiating lances of diamond dust shot to the
zenith. The cloven valleys of the lower world swam in a tinted mist which veiled
the ruggedness of their crags and ribs and ragged forests, and turned all the
forbidding region into a soft and rich and sensuous paradise.
We could not speak. We could hardly breathe. We could only gaze in drunken
ecstasy and drink in it. Presently Harris exclaimed:
"Why--nation, it's going DOWN!"
Perfectly true. We had missed the MORNING hornblow, and slept all day. This
was stupefying.
Harris said:
"Look here, the sun isn't the spectacle--it's US--stacked up here on top of
this gallows, in these idiotic blankets, and two hundred and fifty well-dressed
men and women down here gawking up at us and not caring a straw whether the sun
rises or sets, as long as they've got such a ridiculous spectacle as this to set
down in their memorandum-books. They seem to be laughing their ribs loose, and
there's one girl there at appears to be going all to pieces. I never saw such a
man as you before. I think you are the very last possibility in the way of an
ass."
"What have _I_ done?" I answered, with heat.
"What have you done?" You've got up at half past seven o'clock in the evening
to see the sun rise, that's what you've done."
"And have you done any better, I'd like to know? I've always used to get up
with the lark, till I came under the petrifying influence of your turgid
intellect."
"YOU used to get up with the lark--Oh, no doubt-- you'll get up with the
hangman one of these days. But you ought to be ashamed to be jawing here like
this, in a red blanket, on a forty-foot scaffold on top of the Alps. And no end
of people down here to boot; this isn't any place for an exhibition of temper."
And so the customary quarrel went on. When the sun was fairly down, we
slipped back to the hotel in the charitable gloaming, and went to bed again. We
had encountered the horn-blower on the way, and he had tried to collect
compensation, not only for announcing the sunset, which we did see, but for the
sunrise, which we had totally missed; but we said no, we only took our solar
rations on the "European plan"--pay for what you get. He promised to make us
hear his horn in the morning, if we were alive.
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