Journal of a Tour in the Years 1828-1829, through Styria, Carniola, and Italy, whilst Accompanying the Late Sir Humphry DavyTobin, J. J.
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Journal of a Tour in the Years 1828-1829, through Styria, Carniola, and Italy, whilst Accompanying the Late Sir Humphry Davy
Tobin, J. J.
Davy, Humphry, Sir, 1778-1829; Europe -- Description and travel
_21st._ Having agreed yesterday with the apothecary of the place (to
whose shop I go almost daily with some prescription or other from Sir
Humphry, who often varies his medicines) to ascend one of the nearer
Alps, we started for the summit of the Zimitz early this morning: we
crossed over hills and dales, through woods and fields, till we came
to the foot of the mountain, on the top of which we proposed eating
our dinner, which we carried in our pockets. My companion had told me
before that he had already ascended this Alp, and was well acquainted
with the road; but when we began the ascent he confessed that he was
at a loss, and our only alternative was to turn back, or find our way
as we could. We chose the latter, and confiding in our own eyes and
limbs, we followed the course of a mountain torrent, which came rushing
down the rocks. Stepping from rock to rock, we in a short time came to
the entrance of a snow-cave, through which this little stream flowed.
Close to the snow we found many rare plants, and amongst others the
yellow violet of the Alps. Before entering into this cave, which had
been formed in a fallen avalanche, I slipped on the rock, and was
obliged to jump into the icy cold water, which was fortunately not
deep. The cave, however, repaid me for my cold bath. Entering through
an opening in its roof of snow, the rays of the sun illuminated its
dark and rocky sides, and were reflected upon the water that flowed
through the middle. On looking towards the opposite end of the cave,
through a lofty arch of snow, we beheld a distant waterfall, whilst the
rocks and bushes, finely lighted by the rays of the sun, contrasted
strongly with the darkness of the cave, whose fretted roof seemed as
if hewn out of the finest white marble into large descending points,
from which the melting snow was continually dropping. Having made a
slight sketch of this fairy scene, we left the cave, and, following the
rivulet, soon reached the waterfall which we had seen in the distance
through the arch of snow. An immense barrier of rock here put an end
to our progress in this direction, and we were obliged to turn to the
right, where the ascent appeared more possible. My companion made a
considerable detour whilst I attempted to climb up the rocks; but I had
not ascended more than twenty feet, when, on catching hold of a small
fir-tree, it snapped off, and I rolled down the rocks into the rivulet
below. In spite of my fall I reascended, and with some difficulty
reached the uppermost rock, and found myself in a situation whence
I could no longer ascend nor descend. At last my companion appeared
above, and reaching down to me his long alpine pole, I clung to it, and
with his assistance thus extricated myself from my most unpleasant and
perilous situation; I was, however, so exhausted, that we were obliged
to wait a full half hour before we could proceed on our ascent. Our
road then lay for a long time through a forest of pine and beech, till
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