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    CHAPTER XXVIII [The Jodel and Its Native Wilds]

    The Rigi-Kulm is an imposing Alpine mass, six thousand feet high, which
    stands by itself, and commands a mighty prospect of blue lakes, green
    valleys, and snowy mountains--a compact and magnificent picture
    three hundred miles in circumference. The ascent is made by rail, or
    horseback, or on foot, as one may prefer. I and my agent panoplied
    ourselves in walking-costume, one bright morning, and started down
    the lake on the steamboat; we got ashore at the village of Waeggis;
    three-quarters of an hour distant from Lucerne. This village is at the
    foot of the mountain.

    We were soon tramping leisurely up the leafy mule-path, and then the
    talk began to flow, as usual. It was twelve o'clock noon, and a breezy,
    cloudless day; the ascent was gradual, and the glimpses, from under
    the curtaining boughs, of blue water, and tiny sailboats, and beetling
    cliffs, were as charming as glimpses of dreamland. All the circumstances
    were perfect--and the anticipations, too, for we should soon be
    enjoying, for the first time, that wonderful spectacle, an Alpine
    sunrise--the object of our journey. There was (apparently) no real need
    for hurry, for the guide-book made the walking-distance from Waeggis to
    the summit only three hours and a quarter. I say "apparently," because
    the guide-book had already fooled us once--about the distance from
    Allerheiligen to Oppenau--and for aught I knew it might be getting
    ready to fool us again. We were only certain as to the altitudes--we
    calculated to find out for ourselves how many hours it is from the
    bottom to the top. The summit is six thousand feet above the sea, but
    only forty-five hundred feet above the lake. When we had walked half an
    hour, we were fairly into the swing and humor of the undertaking, so we
    cleared for action; that is to say, we got a boy whom we met to carry
    our alpenstocks and satchels and overcoats and things for us; that left
    us free for business. I suppose we must have stopped oftener to stretch
    out on the grass in the shade and take a bit of a smoke than this boy
    was used to, for presently he asked if it had been our idea to hire him
    by the job, or by the year? We told him he could move along if he was

    in a hurry. He said he wasn't in such a very particular hurry, but he
    wanted to get to the top while he was young. We told him to clear out,
    then, and leave the things at the uppermost hotel and say we should be
    along presently. He said he would secure us a hotel if he could, but if
    they were all full he would ask them to build another one and hurry
    up and get the paint and plaster dry against we arrived. Still gently
    chaffing us, he pushed ahead, up the trail, and soon disappeared. By
    six o'clock we were
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