CHAPTER XI.
THE GLACIERE OF CHAPPET-SUR-VILLAZ, ON THE MONT PARMELAN, NEAR ANNECY.
We started southwards from the Glaciere of _Grand Anu_, for such they said was the proper name for the cave last described, and passed over some of the wildest walking I have seen.

All the most striking features of a glacier were here reproduced in stone: now narrow deep crevasses which only required a slight spring; now much more formidable rents, which we were obliged to circumvent by a detour; now dark mysterious holes with vertical shell-like partitions at various depths; and now a perfect _moulin_, with fluted sides and every detail appertaining to those remarkable pits, the hollow plunge of falling water alone excepted.

In other parts, the smooth slab-like appearance of the surface reminded me of a curious district on one of the summits of the Jura, where the French frontier takes the line of crest, and the old stones marked with the _fleur-de-lys_ and the Helvetic cross are still to be found.

In those border regions the old historic distinctions are still remembered, and the frontier Vaudois call the neighbouring French _Bourguignons_--or, in their patois, _Borgognons_.

They keep up the tradition of old hatreds; and the strange bleak summit, with its smooth slabs of Jura-chalk lying level with the surface, is so much like a vast cemetery, that the wish in old times has been father to the thought, and they call it still the Cemetery of the Burgundians, _Cimetiros ai Borgognons_.[73] After a time, we reached a tumbled chaos of rock, much resembling the ice-fall of a glacier, and, on descending, and rounding a low spur of the mountain so as to take a north-westerly course, we found ourselves in a perfect paradise of flowers.