The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 12, No. 73, November, 1863: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 12, No. 73, November, 1863: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics
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There is no chain of mountains in which the shape of the valleys is more
favorable to the formation of glaciers than the Alps. Contracted at
their lower extremity, these valleys widen upward, spreading into deep,
broad, trough-like depressions. Take, for instance, the valley of
Hassli, which is not more than half a mile wide where you enter it above
Meyringen; it opens gradually upward, till, above the Grimsel, at the
foot of the Finster-Aarhorn, it measures several miles across. These
huge mountain-troughs form admirable cradles for the snow, which
collects in immense quantities within them, and, as it moves slowly down
from the upper ranges, is transformed into ice on its way, and compactly
crowded into the narrower space below. At the lower extremity of the
glacier the ice is pure, blue and transparent, but, as we ascend, it
appears less compact, more porous and granular, assuming gradually the
character of snow, till in the higher regions the snow is as light, as
shifting, and incoherent, as the sand of the desert. A snow-storm on a
mountain-summit is very different from a snow-storm on the plain, on
account of the different degrees of moisture in the atmosphere. At great
heights, there is never dampness enough to allow the fine snow-crystals
to coalesce and form what are called "snow-flakes." I have even stood on
the summit of the Jungfrau when a frozen cloud filled the air with
ice-needles, while I could see the same cloud pouring down sheet of rain
upon Lauterbrunnen below. I remember this spectacle as one of the most
impressive I have witnessed in my long experience of Alpine scenery. The
air immediately about me seemed filled with rainbow-dust, for the
ice-needles glittered with a thousand hues under the decomposition of
light upon them, while the dark storm in the valley below offered a
strange contract to the brilliancy of the upper region in which I stood.
One wonder where even so much vapor as may be transformed into the
finest snow should come from at such heights. But the warm winds,
creeping up the sides of the valleys, the walls of which become heated
during the middle of the day, come laden with moisture which is changed
to a dry snow like dust as soon as it comes into contact with the
intense cold above.
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