National Geographic : 1911 Jul
652 THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE "8 asses had ruptured. At our ' left were the snowy rocks , of our peak above, far across the great Matter Z horn, the Dent Blanche, and even the tip of Mont fro Blanc, far away. These. 4L indeed, were sights to give < joy to the eye and wings " to the imagination, and on z it all gradually, as we rose, came the changing lights r and colors of the long dawn and the first rays of Sthe sun. At the base of the ridge, at 7.30. we breakfasted. For two hours it had been bitterly cold, and although we climbed up to a point S5= where the sun's warmth o might strike us before even - this brief stop, and I kicked ~, my feet against the rocks at every step, still for the O whole of the next hour - they were so persistently w numb that one of the guides had to work over them. So long and exhausting d.(lid this ridge seem that I g remember, after an hour S and a half of it, looking up , in silent despair. I saw that it would take me at least an hour more to reach that far glistening summit, towering as it did almost directly overhead. I won dered whether I should reach it, or whether fa Stig u e, cold, or altitude would compel me to give it up. But once on top of . Monte Rosa, I forgot the cold and effort and felt it 0" to be the most beautiful z climb I have ever had; for, F almost the only time in my - experience, on this high . summit there was little wind and sufficient time o and warmth for an hour Fa of enjoyment and rest.