“One day,” he resumed, “we will start off early and come down into
Kandersteg and up these zigzags and here and here, and so past this Daubensee
to a tiny inn—it won’t be busy yet, though; we may get it all to ourselves—on
the brim of the steepest zigzag you can imagine, thousands of feet of zigzag; and
you will sit and eat lunch with me and look out across the Rhone Valley and over
blue distances beyond blue distances to the Matterhorn and Monte Rosa and a
long regiment of sunny, snowy mountains. Someday I'll take you down there and have them rig up the coconut dance
for you. “Bother it all!” she swore. Remain at the
door, Nab," he added, loitering for a moment behind the others, "and let no one
in, or out. Pottiswick had mentioned muttering. At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's horns,
tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly,
instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious accompaniment,
the troop reached its destination in the best possible spirits for an encounter.
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