The early literature of the mountains has an atmosphere which has
largely disappeared in modern Alpine writing. For, to the pioneers of
Alpine travel, a mountain was not primarily a thing to climb. Even
men like Bourrit and Ramond de Carbonnière, genuine mountaineers in
every sense of the term, regarded the great heights as something more
than fields for exploration, as the shrines of an unseen power that
compelled spontaneous worship. These men saw a mountain, and not a
problem in gymnastics. They wrote of mountains with a certain naïve
eloquence, often highly coloured, sometimes a trifle bombastic.
But, because the best of them had French blood in their veins, their
outpourings were at least free from Saxon self-consciousness. They were
not writing for an academic audience lenient to dullness, but convulsed
with agonies of shame at any suspicion of fine writing. One shudders
to think of Bourrit delivering his sonorous address on the guides of
Chamounix as the high priests of humanity before the average audience
that assembles to hear an Alpine paper. We have seen two old gentlemen
incapacitated for the evening by a paper pitched on a far more subdued
note. Yet, somehow, the older writings have the genuine ring. They
have something lacking in the genial rhapsodies of their successors.
“We can never over-estimate what we owe to the Alps”: thus opens a
characteristic peroration to an Alpine book of the ’eighties. “We are
indebted to them and all their charming associations for the greatest
of all blessings, friendship and health. It has been conclusively
proved that, of all sports, it is the one which can be protracted to
the greatest age. It is in the mountains that our youth is renewed.
Young, middle-aged, or old, we go out, too often jaded and worn in mind
and body; and we return invigorated, renewed, restored, fitted for the
fresh labours and duties of life. To know the great mountains wholly is
impossible for any of us; but reverently to learn the lessons they can
teach, and heartily to enjoy the happiness they can bring is possible
to us all.”
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