I had crossed a mountain with a guide--the Glockturm--and came down in the evening to the Radurschal Thal where I had heard there was an inn.

The evening had turned to rain; but from a shoulder of the mountain I had been able to look right down the valley and had seen one long low building about four miles from the foot of the glacier.

I walked through the pastures toward it, and found sitting outside the door in the rain the man who was to be my friend.

The door was locked, and there was no one about the house, nor was there any other house within miles.

My guide, however, went on.
Lattery and I sat out there in the rain for a couple of hours, and then an old woman with a big umbrella held above her head came down from the upper pastures, driving some cows in front of her.