the last summit. When we were ready to descend, we managed to find a more convenient way down the final tower, and reached the head of the great couloir that divides the Grépon from the Charmoz, without difficulty. We descended this with much trepidation, for the stones were loose, and we were a very large party. Happily no one was hit except Pasteur, and he, to all appearances, rather enjoyed it than otherwise.
Our descent of the ice slope to the breakfasting rocks was cheered by the sight of a great array of bottles, lemons, and a huge Dampfschiff, the whole being evidently manipulated with the most consummate skill, and awaiting the arrival of the first ladies who had braved the perils of the Charmoz traverse.
Far on in the evening, the lights of the Montenvers blessed our vision. Jodels and shouts were succeeded by rockets; and, as we descended the rhododendron-covered slopes, we saw the tallest member of the Alpine Club executing a brilliant pas seul on a rickety table, silhouetted against the dazzling glare of red lights and other pyrotechnic displays, A tumultuous welcome greeted our arrival, and protracted festivities concluded the evening.
tally as passages, or perpendicularly, by dint of much wriggling and wedging, as ladders.
