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158 AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
And looking in the direction in which Isabel pointed,
I exclaimed :—
“ The Alps, the Alps, the delicious Alps, Isabel! Why
this is the first time you have seen them, I declare.”
Isabel’s face flushed crimson—tears rushed to her eyes.
—“ Oh, Anna ! my first view of the Alps /”
And there they rose, blue, blue, blue—dazzlingly blue •,
the jagged peaks cutting against a pale streak of orange
sky; then’ fissures seamed with snow, their rugged sides
fretted with patches of snow and ice; and a vast snowy
plain reaching from them to us. You have seen masses of
cobalt in its mineral state : imagine, then, a jagged mass
of this mineral streaked with silvery ore, and then you
can imagine how blue the Alps looked. And as far as the
eye could reach, these wondrous blue mountains skirted
the vast, dreary plain.
Never had I seen them look more poetical, more sublime,
than yesterday, when after two months’ veil of haze they
burst upon Isabel’s astonished sight. With our eyes
riveted upon the glorious mountain vision, we sped along
for some time in silence. At length we began to notice a
peculiar jolting motion in the sledge.
“ Have you any particular business, ladies, in Nymph en-
burg ?” demanded our driver, slowly turning round, and
staring at us fixedly with his little brown eyes out of his
big, round, red face.
“ No particular business,” returned I.
“ Because,” remarked he, still very slowly, and fixedly
staring—“ because the roads are bad, and—”
“ I ou don’t want to go to Nymphenburg,” I returned ;
or rather completed his sentence.
Isabel and I laughed.
“ So again, a third time, we shall be frustrated in our
And looking in the direction in which Isabel pointed,
I exclaimed :—
“ The Alps, the Alps, the delicious Alps, Isabel! Why
this is the first time you have seen them, I declare.”
Isabel’s face flushed crimson—tears rushed to her eyes.
—“ Oh, Anna ! my first view of the Alps /”
And there they rose, blue, blue, blue—dazzlingly blue •,
the jagged peaks cutting against a pale streak of orange
sky; then’ fissures seamed with snow, their rugged sides
fretted with patches of snow and ice; and a vast snowy
plain reaching from them to us. You have seen masses of
cobalt in its mineral state : imagine, then, a jagged mass
of this mineral streaked with silvery ore, and then you
can imagine how blue the Alps looked. And as far as the
eye could reach, these wondrous blue mountains skirted
the vast, dreary plain.
Never had I seen them look more poetical, more sublime,
than yesterday, when after two months’ veil of haze they
burst upon Isabel’s astonished sight. With our eyes
riveted upon the glorious mountain vision, we sped along
for some time in silence. At length we began to notice a
peculiar jolting motion in the sledge.
“ Have you any particular business, ladies, in Nymph en-
burg ?” demanded our driver, slowly turning round, and
staring at us fixedly with his little brown eyes out of his
big, round, red face.
“ No particular business,” returned I.
“ Because,” remarked he, still very slowly, and fixedly
staring—“ because the roads are bad, and—”
“ I ou don’t want to go to Nymphenburg,” I returned ;
or rather completed his sentence.
Isabel and I laughed.
“ So again, a third time, we shall be frustrated in our