Perhaps the finest part of it [the Lysjoch] is the grand sérac scenery of the Zwillinge Glacier. In August, 1876, a party of four, having missed the right track in crossing this pass when the snow was in very bad condition, were carried down in an avalanche of loose snow probably started by their own weight.

Once the thing he referred to as Boorjoy civilization was destroyed, there would be no more room for them, but while it lasted he liked having them about.

I would finish my daily ranging session by lotioning his legs, and lotioning and rubbing his feet.

Clerical husbands who have been uxorially driven by wives who wielded their father's croziers, so to say, have been known to jib — nay, to kick out...