PREFACETOTHEFIRSTEDITION
　　TheAuthorwishesittobeunderstoodthatErewhonispronouncedasawordofthreesyllables，allshort——thus，E-re-whon。
　　PREFACETOSECONDEDITION
　　Havingbeenenabledbythekindnessofthepublictogetthroughanunusuallylargeeditionof“Erewhon“inaveryshorttime，Ihavetakentheopportunityofasecondeditiontomakesomenecessarycorrections，andtoaddafewpassageswhereitstruckmethattheywouldbeappropriatelyintroduced；thepassagesarefew，anditismyfixedintentionnevertotouchtheworkagain。
　　Imayperhapsbeallowedtosayawordortwohereinreferenceto“TheComingRace。”tothesuccessofwhichbook“Erewhon“hasbeenverygenerallysetdownasdue。Thisisamistake，thoughaperfectlynaturalone。Thefactisthat“Erewhon“wasfinished，withtheexceptionofthelasttwentypagesandasentenceortwoinsertedfromtimetotimehereandtherethroughoutthebook，beforethefirstadvertisementof“TheComingRace“appeared。A
　　friendhavingcalledmyattentiontooneofthefirstoftheseadvertisements，andsuggestingthatitprobablyreferredtoaworkofsimilarcharactertomyown，Itook“Erewhon“toawell-knownfirmofpublishersonthe1stofMay1871，andleftitintheirhandsforconsideration。Ithenwentabroad，andonlearningthatthepublishersalludedtodeclinedtheMS。，Iletitaloneforsixorsevenmonths，and，beinginanout-of-the-waypartofItaly，neversawasinglereviewof“TheComingRace。”noracopyofthework。Onmyreturn，IpurposelyavoidedlookingintoituntilI
　　hadsentbackmylastrevisestotheprinter。ThenIhadmuchpleasureinreadingit，butwasindeedsurprisedatthemanylittlepointsofsimilaritybetweenthetwobooks，inspiteoftheirentireindependencetooneanother。
　　IregretthatreviewershaveinsomecasesbeeninclinedtotreatthechaptersonMachinesasanattempttoreduceMr。Darwin’stheorytoanabsurdity。Nothingcouldbefurtherfrommyintention，andfewthingswouldbemoredistastefultomethananyattempttolaughatMr。Darwin；butImustownthatIhavemyselftothankforthemisconception，forIfeltsurethatmyintentionwouldbemissed，butpreferrednottoweakenthechaptersbyexplanation，andknewverywellthatMr。Darwin’stheorywouldtakenoharm。TheonlyquestioninmymindwashowfarIcouldaffordtobemisrepresentedaslaughingatthatforwhichIhavethemostprofoundadmiration。Iamsurprised，however，thatthebookatwhichsuchanexampleofthespeciousmisuseofanalogywouldseemmostnaturallylevelledshouldhaveoccurredtonoreviewer；
　　neithershallImentionthenameofthebookhere，thoughIshouldfancythatthehintgivenwillsuffice。
　　IhavebeenheldbysomewhoseopinionsIrespecttohavedeniedmen’sresponsibilityfortheiractions。Hewhodoesthisisanenemywhodeservesnoquarter。IshouldhaveimaginedthatIhadbeensufficientlyexplicit，buthavemadeafewadditionstothechapteronMalcontents，whichwill，Ithink，servetorenderfurthermistakeimpossible。
　　Ananonymouscorrespondentbythehand-writingpresumablyaclergymantellsmethatinquotingfromtheLatingrammarIshouldatanyratehavedonesocorrectly，andthatIshouldhavewritten“agricolas“insteadof“agricolae“。Headdedsomethingaboutanyboyinthefourthform，&c。，&c。，whichIshallnotquote，butwhichmademeveryuncomfortable。ItmaybesaidthatImusthavemisquotedfromdesign，fromignorance，orbyaslipofthepen；butsurelyinthesedaysitwillberecognisedasharshtoassignlimitstotheall-embracingboundlessnessoftruth，anditwillbemorereasonablyassumedthatEACHofthethreepossiblecausesofmisquotationmusthavehaditsshareintheapparentblunder。Theartofwritingthingsthatshallsoundrightandyetbewronghasmadesomanyreputations，andaffordscomforttosuchalargenumberofreaders，thatIcouldnotventuretoneglectit；theLatingrammar，however，isasubjectonwhichsomeoftheyoungermembersofthecommunityfeelstrongly，soIhavenowwritten“agricolas“。Ihavealsopartedwiththeword“infortuniam“
　　thoughnotwithoutregret，buthavenotdaredtomeddlewithothersimilarinaccuracies。
　　Fortheinconsistenciesinthebook，andIamawarethattherearenotafew，Imustasktheindulgenceofthereader。Theblame，however，lieschieflywiththeErewhoniansthemselves，fortheywerereallyaverydifficultpeopletounderstand。Themostglaringanomaliesseemedtoaffordthemnointellectualinconvenience；neither，providedtheydidnotactuallyseethemoneydroppingoutoftheirpockets，norsufferimmediatephysicalpain，wouldtheylistentoanyargumentsastothewasteofmoneyandhappinesswhichtheirfollycausedthem。ButthishadaneffectofwhichIhavelittlereasontocomplain，forIwasallowedalmosttocallthemlife-longself-deceiverstotheirfaces，andtheysaiditwasquitetrue，butthatitdidnotmatter。
　　Imustnotconcludewithoutexpressingmymostsincerethankstomycriticsandtothepublicfortheleniencyandconsiderationwithwhichtheyhavetreatedmyadventures。
　　June9，1872
　　PREFACETOTHEREVISEDEDITION
　　Mypublisherwishesmetosayafewwordsaboutthegenesisofthework，arevisedandenlargededitionofwhichheisherewithlayingbeforethepublic。IthereforeplaceonrecordasmuchasIcanrememberonthisheadafteralapseofmorethanthirtyyears。
　　Thefirstpartof“Erewhon“writtenwasanarticleheaded“DarwinamongtheMachines。”andsignedCellarius。ItwaswrittenintheUpperRangitatadistrictoftheCanterburyProvinceasitthenwasofNewZealand，andappearedatChristchurchinthePressNewspaper，June13，1863。AcopyofthisarticleisindexedundermybooksintheBritishMuseumcatalogue。Inpassing，Imaysaythattheopeningchaptersof“Erewhon“werealsodrawnfromtheUpperRangitatadistrict，withsuchmodificationsasIfoundconvenient。
　　AsecondarticleonthesamesubjectastheonejustreferredtoappearedinthePressshortlyafterthefirst，butIhavenocopy。
　　IttreatedMachinesfromadifferentpointofview，andwasthebasisofpp。270-274ofthepresenteditionof“Erewhon。”{1}ThisviewultimatelyledmetothetheoryIputforwardin“LifeandHabit。”publishedinNovember1877。IhaveputabareoutlineofthistheorywhichIbelievetobequitesoundintothemouthofanErewhonianphilosopherinChapterXXVII。ofthisbook。
　　In1865Irewroteandenlarged“DarwinamongtheMachines“fortheReasoner，apaperpublishedinLondonbyMr。G。J。Holyoake。ItappearedJuly1，1865，undertheheading，“TheMechanicalCreation。”andcanbeseenintheBritishMuseum。Iagainrewroteandenlargedit，tillitassumedtheforminwhichitappearedinthefirsteditionof“Erewhon。”
　　Thenextpartof“Erewhon“thatIwrotewasthe“WorldoftheUnborn。”apreliminaryformofwhichwassenttoMr。Holyoake’spaper，butasIcannotfinditamongthosecopiesoftheReasonerthatareintheBritishMuseum，Iconcludethatitwasnotaccepted。Ihave，however，ratherastrongfancythatitappearedinsomeLondonpaperofthesamecharacterastheReasoner，notverylongafterJuly1，1865，butIhavenocopy。
　　IalsowroteaboutthistimethesubstanceofwhatultimatelybecametheMusicalBanks，andthetrialofamanforbeinginaconsumption。Thesefourdetachedpaperswere，Ibelieve，allthatwaswrittenof“Erewhon“before1870。Between1865and1870I
　　wrotehardlyanything，beinghopefulofattainingthatsuccessasapainterwhichithasnotbeenvouchsafedmetoattain，butintheautumnof1870，justasIwasbeginningtogetoccasionallyhungatRoyalAcademyexhibitions，myfriend，thelateSirF。N。thenMr。
　　Broome，suggestedtomethatIshouldaddsomewhattothearticlesIhadalreadywritten，andstringthemtogetherintoabook。Iwasratherfiredbytheidea，butasIonlyworkedattheMS。onSundaysitwassomemonthsbeforeIhadcompletedit。
　　IseefrommysecondPrefacethatItookthebooktoMessrs。
　　Chapman&HallMay1，1871，andontheirrejectionofit，undertheadviceofonewhohasattainedthehighestrankamonglivingwriters，Iletitsleep，tillItookittoMr。Trubnerearlyin1872。AsregardsitsrejectionbyMessrs。Chapman&Hall，I
　　believetheirreaderadvisedthemquitewisely。Theytoldmehereportedthatitwasaphilosophicalwork，littlelikelytobepopularwithalargecircleofreaders。IhopethatifIhadbeentheirreader，andthebookhadbeensubmittedtomyself，Ishouldhaveadvisedthemtothesameeffect。
　　“Erewhon“appearedwiththelastdayortwoofMarch1872。I
　　attributeitsunlooked-forsuccessmainlytotwoearlyfavourablereviews——thefirstinthePallMallGazetteofApril12，andthesecondintheSpectatorofApril20。Therewasalsoanothercause。
　　Iwascomplainingoncetoafriendthatthough“Erewhon“hadmetwithsuchawarmreception，mysubsequentbookshadbeenallofthempracticallystill-born。Hesaid，“Youforgetonecharmthat’Erewhon’had，butwhichnoneofyourotherbookscanhave。”I
　　askedwhat？andwasanswered，“Thesoundofanewvoice，andofanunknownvoice。”
　　Thefirsteditionof“Erewhon“soldinaboutthreeweeks；Ihadnottakenmoulds，andasthedemandwasstrong，itwassetupagainimmediately。Imadeafewunimportantalterationsandadditions，andaddedaPreface，ofwhichIcannotsaythatIamparticularlyproud，butaninexperiencedwriterwithaheadsomewhatturnedbyunexpectedsuccessisnottobetrustedwithapreface。Imadeafewfurtherverytriflingalterationsbeforemouldsweretaken，butsincethesummerof1872，asneweditionswerefromtimetotimewanted，theyhavebeenprintedfromstereosthenmade。
　　Havingnow，Ifear，attoogreatlengthdonewhatIwasaskedtodo，Ishouldliketoaddafewwordsonmyownaccount。Iamstillfairlywellsatisfiedwiththosepartsof“Erewhon“thatwererepeatedlyrewritten，butfromthosethathadonlyasinglewritingIwouldgladlycutoutsomefortyorfiftypagesifIcould。
　　This，however，maynotbe，forthecopyrightwillprobablyexpireinalittleovertwelveyears。Itwasnecessary，therefore，torevisethebookthroughoutforliteraryinelegancies——ofwhichI
　　foundmanymorethanIhadexpected——andalsotomakesuchsubstantialadditionsasshouldsecureanewleaseoflife——atanyrateforthecopyright。If，then，insteadofcuttingout，sayfiftypages，IhavebeencompelledtoaddaboutsixtyinvitaMinerva——theblamerestsneitherwithmypublishernorwithme，butwiththecopyrightlaws。NeverthelessIcanassurethereaderthat，thoughIhavefounditanirksometasktotakeupworkwhichIthoughtIhadgotridofthirtyyearsago，andmuchofwhichIamashamedof，Ihavedonemybesttomakethenewmattersavoursomuchofthebetterportionsoftheold，thatnonebutthebestcriticsshallperceiveatwhatplacesthegapsofbetweenthirtyandfortyyearsoccur。
　　Lastly，ifmyreadersnoteaconsiderabledifferencebetweentheliterarytechniqueof“Erewhon“andthatof“ErewhonRevisited。”I
　　wouldremindthemthat，asIhavejustshown，“Erewhon“looksomethingliketenyearsinwriting，andevensowaswrittenwithgreatdifficulty，while“ErewhonRevisited“waswritteneasilybetweenNovember1900andtheendofApril1901。Thereisnocentralideaunderlying“Erewhon。”whereastheattempttorealisetheeffectofasinglesupposedgreatmiracledominatesthewholeofitssuccessor。In“Erewhon“therewashardlyanystory，andlittleattempttogivelifeandindividualitytothecharacters；I
　　hopethatin“ErewhonRevisited“boththesedefectshavebeeningreatmeasureavoided。“Erewhon“wasnotanorganicwhole，“ErewhonRevisited“mayfairlyclaimtobeone。Nevertheless，thoughinliteraryworkmanshipIdonotdoubtthatthislast-namedbookisanimprovementonthefirst，IshallbeagreeablysurprisedifIamnottoldthat“Erewhon。”withallitsfaults，isthebetterreadingofthetwo。
　　SAMUELBUTLER。
　　August7，1901
　　CHAPTERI：WASTELANDS
　　Ifthereaderwillexcuseme，Iwillsaynothingofmyantecedents，norofthecircumstanceswhichledmetoleavemynativecountry；
　　thenarrativewouldbetedioustohimandpainfultomyself。
　　Sufficeit，thatwhenIlefthomeitwaswiththeintentionofgoingtosomenewcolony，andeitherfinding，orevenperhapspurchasing，wastecrownlandsuitableforcattleorsheepfarming，bywhichmeansIthoughtthatIcouldbettermyfortunesmorerapidlythaninEngland。
　　ItwillbeseenthatIdidnotsucceedinmydesign，andthathowevermuchImayhavemetwiththatwasnewandstrange，Ihavebeenunabletoreapanypecuniaryadvantage。
　　Itistrue，Iimaginemyselftohavemadeadiscoverywhich，ifI
　　canbethefirsttoprofitbyit，willbringmearecompensebeyondallmoneycomputation，andsecuremeapositionsuchashasnotbeenattainedbymorethansomefifteenorsixteenpersons，sincethecreationoftheuniverse。ButtothisendImustpossessmyselfofaconsiderablesumofmoney：neitherdoIknowhowtogetit，exceptbyinterestingthepublicinmystory，andinducingthecharitabletocomeforwardandassistme。WiththishopeInowpublishmyadventures；butIdosowithgreatreluctance，forI
　　fearthatmystorywillbedoubtedunlessItellthewholeofit；
　　andyetIdarenotdoso，lestotherswithmoremeansthanmineshouldgetthestartofme。Iprefertheriskofbeingdoubtedtothatofbeinganticipated，andhavethereforeconcealedmydestinationonleavingEngland，asalsothepointfromwhichI
　　beganmymoreseriousanddifficultjourney。
　　Mychiefconsolationliesinthefactthattruthbearsitsownimpress，andthatmystorywillcarryconvictionbyreasonoftheinternalevidencesforitsaccuracy。Noonewhoishimselfhonestwilldoubtmybeingso。
　　Ireachedmydestinationinoneofthelastmonthsof1868，butI
　　darenotmentiontheseason，lestthereadershouldgatherinwhichhemisphereIwas。Thecolonywasonewhichhadnotbeenopenedupeventothemostadventuroussettlersformorethaneightornineyears，havingbeenpreviouslyuninhabited，savebyafewtribesofsavageswhofrequentedtheseaboard。ThepartknowntoEuropeansconsistedofacoast-lineabouteighthundredmilesinlengthaffordingthreeorfourgoodharbours，andatractofcountryextendinginlandforaspacevaryingfromtwotothreehundredmiles，untilitareachedtheoffshootsofanexceedinglyloftyrangeofmountains，whichcouldbeseenfromfaroutupontheplains，andwerecoveredwithperpetualsnow。ThecoastwasperfectlywellknownbothnorthandsouthofthetracttowhichI
　　havealluded，butinneitherdirectionwasthereasingleharbourforfivehundredmiles，andthemountains，whichdescendedalmostintothesea，werecoveredwiththicktimber，sothatnonewouldthinkofsettling。
　　Withthisbayofland，however，thecasewasdifferent。Theharboursweresufficient；thecountrywastimbered，butnottooheavily；itwasadmirablysuitedforagriculture；italsocontainedmillionsonmillionsofacresofthemostbeautifullygrassedcountryintheworld，andofthebestsuitedforallmannerofsheepandcattle。Theclimatewastemperate，andveryhealthy；
　　therewerenowildanimals，norwerethenativesdangerous，beingfewinnumberandofanintelligenttractabledisposition。
　　ItmaybereadilyunderstoodthatwhenonceEuropeanssetfootuponthisterritorytheywerenotslowtotakeadvantageofitscapabilities。Sheepandcattlewereintroduced，andbredwithextremerapidity；mentookuptheir50，000or100，000acresofcountry，goinginlandonebehindtheother，tillinafewyearstherewasnotanacrebetweentheseaandthefrontrangeswhichwasnottakenup，andstationseitherforsheeporcattlewerespottedaboutatintervalsofsometwentyorthirtymilesoverthewholecountry。Thefrontrangesstoppedthetideofsquattersforsomelittletime；itwasthoughtthattherewastoomuchsnowuponthemfortoomanymonthsintheyear，——thatthesheepwouldgetlost，thegroundbeingtoodifficultforshepherding，——thattheexpenseofgettingwooldowntotheship’ssidewouldeatupthefarmer’sprofits，——andthatthegrasswastooroughandsourforsheeptothriveupon；butoneafteranotherdeterminedtotrytheexperiment，anditwaswonderfulhowsuccessfullyitturnedout。
　　Menpushedfartherandfartherintothemountains，andfoundaveryconsiderabletractinsidethefrontrange，betweenitandanotherwhichwasloftierstill，thougheventhiswasnotthehighest，thegreatsnowyonewhichcouldbeseenfromoutupontheplains。Thissecondrange，however，seemedtomarktheextremelimitsofpastoralcountry；anditwashere，atasmallandnewlyfoundedstation，thatIwasreceivedasacadet，andsoonregularlyemployed。Iwasthenjusttwenty-twoyearsold。
　　Iwasdelightedwiththecountryandthemanneroflife。Itwasmydailybusinesstogouptothetopofacertainhighmountain，anddownoneofitsspursontotheflat，inordertomakesurethatnosheephadcrossedtheirboundaries。Iwastoseethesheep，notnecessarilycloseathand，nortogettheminasinglemob，buttoseeenoughofthemhereandtheretofeeleasythatnothinghadgonewrong；thiswasnodifficultmatter，fortherewerenotaboveeighthundredofthem；and，beingallbreedingewes，theywereprettyquiet。
　　TherewereagoodmanysheepwhichIknew，astwoorthreeblackewes，andablacklambortwo，andseveralotherswhichhadsomedistinguishingmarkwherebyIcouldtellthem。Iwouldtryandseeallthese，andiftheywereallthere，andthemoblookedlargeenough，Imightrestassuredthatallwaswell。Itissurprisinghowsoontheeyebecomesaccustomedtomissingtwentysheepoutoftwoorthreehundred。Ihadatelescopeandadog，andwouldtakebreadandmeatandtobaccowithme。Startingwithearlydawn，itwouldbenightbeforeIcouldcompletemyround；forthemountainoverwhichIhadtogowasveryhigh。Inwinteritwascoveredwithsnow，andthesheepneedednowatchingfromabove。IfIweretoseesheepdungortracksgoingdownontotheothersideofthemountainwheretherewasavalleywithastream——amereculdesac，Iwastofollowthem，andlookoutforsheep；butIneversawany，thesheepalwaysdescendingontotheirownside，partlyfromhabit，andpartlybecausetherewasabundanceofgoodsweetfeed，whichhadbeenburntintheearlyspring，justbeforeIcame，andwasnowdeliciouslygreenandrich，whilethatontheothersidehadneverbeenburnt，andwasrankandcoarse。
　　Itwasamonotonouslife，butitwasveryhealthyandonedoesnotmuchmindanythingwhenoneiswell。Thecountrywasthegrandestthatcanbeimagined。HowoftenhaveIsatonthemountainsideandwatchedthewavingdowns，withthetwowhitespecksofhutsinthedistance，andthelittlesquareofgardenbehindthem；thepaddockwithapatchofbrightgreenoatsabovethehuts，andtheyardsandwool-shedsdownontheflatbelow；allseenasthroughthewrongendofatelescope，soclearandbrilliantwastheair，orasuponacolossalmodelormapspreadoutbeneathme。Beyondthedownswasaplain，goingdowntoariverofgreatsize，onthefarthersideofwhichtherewereotherhighmountains，withthewinter’ssnowstillnotquitemelted；uptheriver，whichranwindinginmanystreamsoverabedsometwomilesbroad，Ilookeduponthesecondgreatchain，andcouldseeanarrowgorgewheretheriverretiredandwaslost。Iknewthattherewasarangestillfartherback；butexceptfromoneplaceneartheverytopofmyownmountain，nopartofitwasvisible：fromthispoint，however，I
　　saw，whenevertherewerenoclouds，asinglesnow-cladpeak，manymilesaway，andIshouldthinkaboutashighasanymountainintheworld。NevershallIforgettheutterlonelinessoftheprospect——
　　onlythelittlefar-awayhomesteadgivingsignofhumanhandiwork；——
　　thevastnessofmountainandplain，ofriverandsky；themarvellousatmosphericeffects——sometimesblackmountainsagainstawhitesky，andthenagain，aftercoldweather，whitemountainsagainstablacksky——sometimesseenthroughbreaksandswirlsofcloud——andsometimes，whichwasbestofall，Iwentupmymountaininafog，andthengotabovethemist；goinghigherandhigher，I
　　wouldlookdownuponaseaofwhiteness，throughwhichwouldbethrustinnumerablemountaintopsthatlookedlikeislands。
　　Iamtherenow，asIwrite；IfancythatIcanseethedowns，thehuts，theplain，andtheriver-bed——thattorrentpathwayofdesolation，withitsdistantroarofwaters。Oh，wonderful！
　　wonderful！solonelyandsosolemn，withthesadgreycloudsabove，andnosoundsavealostlambbleatinguponthemountainside，asthoughitslittleheartwerebreaking。Thentherecomessomeleanandwitheredoldewe，withdeepgruffvoiceandunlovelyaspect，trottingbackfromtheseductivepasture；nowsheexaminesthisgully，andnowthat，andnowshestandslisteningwithupliftedhead，thatshemayhearthedistantwailingandobeyit。Aha！theysee，andrushtowardseachother。Alas！theyarebothmistaken；
　　theeweisnotthelamb’sewe，theyareneitherkinnorkindtooneanother，andpartincoldness。Eachmustcrylouder，andwanderfartheryet；mayluckbewiththemboththattheymayfindtheirownatnightfall。Butthisismeredreaming，andImustproceed。
　　Icouldnothelpspeculatinguponwhatmightliefartheruptheriverandbehindthesecondrange。Ihadnomoney，butifIcouldonlyfindworkablecountry，Imightstockitwithborrowedcapital，andconsidermyselfamademan。True，therangelookedsovast，thatthereseemedlittlechanceofgettingasufficientroadthroughitoroverit；butnoonehadyetexploredit，anditiswonderfulhowonefindsthatonecanmakeapathintoallsortsofplacesandevengetaroadforpack-horses，whichfromadistanceappearinaccessible；theriverwassogreatthatitmustdrainaninnertract——atleastIthoughtso；andthougheveryonesaiditwouldbemadnesstoattempttakingsheepfartherinland，Iknewthatonlythreeyearsagothesamecryhadbeenraisedagainstthecountrywhichmymaster’sflockwasnowoverrunning。IcouldnotkeepthesethoughtsoutofmyheadasIwouldrestmyselfuponthemountainside；theyhauntedmeasIwentmydailyrounds，andgrewuponmefromhourtohour，tillIresolvedthataftershearingI
　　wouldremainindoubtnolonger，butsaddlemyhorse，takeasmuchprovisionwithmeasIcould，andgoandseeformyself。
　　Butoverandabovethesethoughtscamethatofthegreatrangeitself。Whatwasbeyondit？Ah！whocouldsay？Therewasnooneinthewholeworldwhohadthesmallestidea，savethosewhowerethemselvesontheothersideofit——if，indeed，therewasanyoneatall。CouldIhopetocrossit？ThiswouldbethehighesttriumphthatIcouldwishfor；butitwastoomuchtothinkofyet。
　　Iwouldtrythenearerrange，andseehowfarIcouldgo。EvenifIdidnotfindcountry，mightInotfindgold，ordiamonds，orcopper，orsilver？Iwouldsometimeslieflatdowntodrinkoutofastream，andcouldseelittleyellowspecksamongthesand；werethesegold？Peoplesaidno；butthenpeoplealwayssaidtherewasnogolduntilitwasfoundtobeabundant：therewasplentyofslateandgranite，whichIhadalwaysunderstoodtoaccompanygold；
　　andeventhoughitwasnotfoundinpayingquantitieshere，itmightbeabundantinthemainranges。Thesethoughtsfilledmyhead，andIcouldnotbanishthem。
　　CHAPTERII：INTHEWOOL-SHED
　　Atlastshearingcame；andwiththeshearerstherewasanoldnative，whomtheyhadnicknamedChowbok——though，Ibelieve，hisrealnamewasKahabuka。Hewasasortofchiefofthenatives，couldspeakalittleEnglish，andwasagreatfavouritewiththemissionaries。Hedidnotdoanyregularworkwiththeshearers，butpretendedtohelpintheyards，hisrealaimbeingtogetthegrog，whichisalwaysmorefreelycirculatedatshearing-time：hedidnotgetmuch，forhewasapttobedangerouswhendrunk；andverylittlewouldmakehimso：stillhedidgetitoccasionally，andifonewantedtogetanythingoutofhim，itwasthebestbribetoofferhim。Iresolvedtoquestionhim，andgetasmuchinformationfromhimasIcould。Ididso。AslongasIkepttoquestionsaboutthenearerranges，hewaseasytogetonwith——hehadneverbeenthere，butthereweretraditionsamonghistribetotheeffectthattherewasnosheep-country，nothing，infact，butstuntedtimberandafewriver-bedflats。Itwasverydifficulttoreach；stilltherewerepasses：oneofthemupourownriver，thoughnotdirectlyalongtheriver-bed，thegorgeofwhichwasnotpracticable；hehadneverseenanyonewhohadbeenthere：wastheretonotenoughonthisside？ButwhenIcametothemainrange，hismannerchangedatonce。Hebecameuneasy，andbegantoprevaricateandshuffle。InaveryfewminutesIcouldseethatofthistoothereexistedtraditionsinhistribe；butnoeffortsorcoaxingcouldgetawordfromhimaboutthem。AtlastIhintedaboutgrog，andpresentlyhefeignedconsent：Igaveithim；butassoonashehaddrunkithebeganshammingintoxication，andthenwenttosleep，orpretendedtodoso，lettingmekickhimprettyhardandneverbudging。
　　Iwasangry，forIhadtogowithoutmyowngrogandhadgotnothingoutofhim；sothenextdayIdeterminedthatheshouldtellmebeforeIgavehimany，orgetnoneatall。
　　Accordingly，whennightcameandtheshearershadknockedoffworkandhadtheirsupper，IgotmyshareofruminatinpannikinandmadeasigntoChowboktofollowmetothewool-shed，whichhewillinglydid，slippingoutafterme，andnoonetakinganynoticeofeitherofus。Whenwegotdowntothewool-shedwelitatallowcandle，andhavingstuckitinanoldbottlewesatdownuponthewoolbalesandbegantosmoke。Awool-shedisaroomyplace，builtsomewhatonthesameplanasacathedral，withaislesoneithersidefullofpensforthesheep，agreatnave，attheupperendofwhichtheshearerswork，andafurtherspaceforwoolsortersandpackers。Italwaysrefreshedmewithasemblanceofantiquitypreciousinanewcountry，thoughIverywellknewthattheoldestwool-shedinthesettlementwasnotmorethansevenyearsold，whilethiswasonlytwo。Chowbokpretendedtoexpecthisgrogatonce，thoughwebothofusknewverywellwhattheotherwasafter，andthatwewereeachplayingagainsttheother，theoneforgrogtheotherforinformation。
　　Wehadahardfight：formorethantwohourshehadtriedtoputmeoffwithliesbuthadcarriednoconviction；duringthewholetimewehadbeenmorallywrestlingwithoneanotherandhadneitherofusapparentlygainedtheleastadvantage；atlength，however，I
　　hadbecomesurethathewouldgiveinultimately，andthatwithalittlefurtherpatienceIshouldgethisstoryoutofhim。Asuponacolddayinwinter，whenonehaschurnedasIhadoftenhadtodo，andchurnedinvain，andthebuttermakesnosignofcoming，atlastonetellsbythesoundthatthecreamhasgonetosleep，andthenuponasuddenthebuttercomes，soIhadchurnedatChowbokuntilIperceivedthathehadarrived，asitwere，atthesleepystage，andthatwithacontinuanceofsteadyquietpressurethedaywasmine。Onasudden，withoutawordofwarning，herolledtwobalesofwoolhisstrengthwasverygreatintothemiddleofthefloor，andonthetopoftheseheplacedanothercrosswise；hesnatchedupanemptywool-pack，threwitlikeamantleoverhisshoulders，jumpedupontheuppermostbale，andsatuponit。Inamomenthiswholeformwaschanged。Hishighshouldersdropped；hesethisfeetclosetogether，heeltoheelandtoetotoe；helaidhisarmsandhandsclosealongsideofhisbody，thepalmsfollowinghisthighs；heheldhisheadhighbutquitestraight，andhiseyesstaredrightinfrontofhim；buthefrownedhorribly，andassumedanexpressionoffacethatwaspositivelyfiendish。AtthebestoftimesChowbokwasveryugly，buthenowexceededallconceivablelimitsofthehideous。Hismouthextendedalmostfromeartoear，grinninghorriblyandshowingallhisteeth；hiseyesglared，thoughtheyremainedquitefixed，andhisforeheadwascontractedwithamostmalevolentscowl。
　　Iamafraidmydescriptionwillhaveconveyedonlytheridiculoussideofhisappearance；buttheridiculousandthesublimearenear，andthegrotesquefiendishnessofChowbok’sfaceapproachedthislast，ifitdidnotreachit。Itriedtobeamused，butI
　　feltasortofcreepingattherootsofmyhairandovermywholebody，asIlookedandwonderedwhathecouldpossiblybeintendingtosignify。Hecontinuedthusforaboutaminute，sittingboltupright，asstiffasastone，andmakingthisfearfulface。Thentherecamefromhislipsalowmoaninglikethewind，risingandfallingbyinfinitelysmallgradationstillitbecamealmostashriek，fromwhichitdescendedanddiedaway；afterthat，hejumpeddownfromthebaleandhelduptheextendedfingersofbothhishands，asonewhoshouldsay“Ten。”thoughIdidnotthenunderstandhim。
　　FormyselfIwasopen-mouthedwithastonishment。Chowbokrolledthebalesrapidlyintotheirplace，andstoodbeforemeshudderingasingreatfear；horrorwaswrittenuponhisface——thistimequiteinvoluntarily——asthoughthenaturalpanicofonewhohadcommittedanawfulcrimeagainstunknownandsuperhumanagencies。Henoddedhisheadandgibbered，andpointedrepeatedlytothemountains。Hewouldnottouchthegrog，but，afterafewsecondshemadearunthroughthewool-sheddoorintothemoonlight；nordidhereappeartillnextdayatdinner-time，whenheturnedup，lookingverysheepishandabjectinhiscivilitytowardsmyself。
　　OfhismeaningIhadnoconception。HowcouldI？AllIcouldfeelsureofwas，thathehadameaningwhichwastrueandawfultohimself。ItwasenoughformethatIbelievedhimtohavegivenmethebesthehadandallhehad。Thiskindledmyimaginationmorethanifhehadtoldmeintelligiblestoriesbythehourtogether。
　　Iknewnotwhatthegreatsnowyrangesmightconceal，butIcouldnolongerdoubtthatitwouldbesomethingwellworthdiscovering。
　　IkeptalooffromChowbokforthenextfewdays，andshowednodesiretoquestionhimfurther；whenIspoketohimIcalledhimKahabuka，whichgratifiedhimgreatly：heseemedtohavebecomeafraidofme，andactedasonewhowasinmypower。HavingthereforemadeupmymindthatIwouldbeginexploringassoonasshearingwasover，IthoughtitwouldbeagoodthingtotakeChowbokwithme；soItoldhimthatImeantgoingtothenearerrangesforafewdays’prospecting，andthathewastocometoo。I
　　madehimpromisesofnightlygrog，andheldoutthechancesoffindinggold。Isaidnothingaboutthemainrange，forIknewitwouldfrightenhim。IwouldgethimasfarupourownriverasI
　　could，andtraceitifpossibletoitssource。Iwouldtheneithergoonbymyself，ifIfeltmycourageequaltotheattempt，orreturnwithChowbok。So，assoonasevershearingwasoverandthewoolsentoff，Iaskedleaveofabsence，andobtainedit。Also，I
　　boughtanoldpack-horseandpack-saddle，sothatImighttakeplentyofprovisions，andblankets，andasmalltent。Iwastorideandfindfordsovertheriver；Chowbokwastofollowandleadthepack-horse，whichwouldalsocarryhimoverthefords。Mymasterletmehaveteaandsugar，ship’sbiscuits，tobacco，andsaltmutton，withtwoorthreebottlesofgoodbrandy；for，asthewoolwasnowsentdown，abundanceofprovisionswouldcomeupwiththeemptydrays。
　　Everythingbeingnowready，allthehandsonthestationturnedouttoseeusoff，andwestartedonourjourney，notverylongafterthesummersolsticeof1870。
　　CHAPTERIII：UPTHERIVER
　　Thefirstdaywehadaneasytime，followingupthegreatflatsbytheriverside，whichhadalreadybeentwiceburned，sothattherewasnodenseundergrowthtocheckus，thoughthegroundwasoftenrough，andwehadtogoagooddealupontheriverbed。Towardsnightfallwehadmadeamatterofsomefive-and-twentymiles，andcampedatthepointwheretheriverentereduponthegorge。
　　Theweatherwasdelightfullywarm，consideringthatthevalleyinwhichwewereencampedmusthavebeenatleasttwothousandfeetabovethelevelofthesea。Theriver-bedwashereaboutamileandahalfbroadandentirelycoveredwithshingleoverwhichtheriverraninmanywindingchannels，looking，whenseenfromabove，likeatangledskeinofribbon，andglisteninginthesun。Weknewthatitwasliabletoverysuddenandheavyfreshets；butevenhadwenotknownit，wecouldhaveseenitbythesnagsoftrees，whichmusthavebeencarriedlongdistances，andbythemassofvegetableandmineraldebriswhichwasbankedagainsttheirlowerside，showingthatattimesthewholeriver-bedmustbecoveredwitharoaringtorrentmanyfeetindepthandofungovernablefury。Atpresenttheriverwaslow，therebeingbutfiveorsixstreams，toodeepandrapidforevenastrongmantofordonfoot，buttobecrossedsafelyonhorseback。Oneithersideofittherewerestillafewacresofflat，whichgrewwiderandwiderdowntheriver，tilltheybecamethelargeplainsonwhichwelookedfrommymaster’shut。Behindusrosethelowestspursofthesecondrange，leadingabruptlytotherangeitself；andatadistanceofhalfamilebeganthegorge，wheretherivernarrowedandbecameboisterousandterrible。Thebeautyofthescenecannotbeconveyedinlanguage。Theonesideofthevalleywasbluewitheveningshadow，throughwhichloomedforestandprecipice，hillsideandmountaintop；andtheotherwasstillbrilliantwiththesunsetgold。Thewideandwastefulriverwithitsceaselessrushing——thebeautifulwater-birdstoo，whichaboundedupontheisletsandweresotamethatwecouldcomecloseuptothem——theineffablepurityoftheair——thesolemnpeacefulnessoftheuntroddenregion——couldtherebeamoredelightfulandexhilaratingcombination？
　　Wesetaboutmakingourcamp，closetosomelargebushwhichcamedownfromthemountainsontotheflat，andtetheredoutourhorsesupongroundasfreeaswecouldfinditfromanythingroundwhichtheymightwindtheropeandgetthemselvestiedup。Wedarednotletthemrunloose，lesttheymightstraydowntheriverhomeagain。Wethengatheredwoodandlitthefire。Wefilledatinpannikinwithwaterandsetitagainstthehotashestoboil。Whenthewaterboiledwethrewintwoorthreelargepinchesofteaandletthembrew。
　　Wehadcaughthalfadozenyoungducksinthecourseoftheday——aneasymatter，fortheoldbirdsmadesuchafussinattemptingtodecoyusawayfromthem——pretendingtobebadlyhurtastheysaytheploverdoes——thatwecouldalwaysfindthembygoingaboutintheoppositedirectiontotheoldbirdtillweheardtheyoungonescrying：thenweranthemdown，fortheycouldnotflythoughtheywerenearlyfullgrown。Chowbokpluckedthemalittleandsingedthemagooddeal。Thenwecutthemupandboiledtheminanotherpannikin，andthiscompletedourpreparations。
　　Whenwehaddonesupperitwasquitedark。Thesilenceandfreshnessofthenight，theoccasionalsharpcryofthewood-hen，theruddyglowofthefire，thesubduedrushingoftheriver，thesombreforest，andtheimmediateforegroundofoursaddlespacksandblankets，madeapictureworthyofaSalvatorRosaoraNicolasPoussin。Icallittomindanddelightinitnow，butIdidnotnoticeitatthetime。Wenexttoneverknowwhenwearewelloff：
　　butthiscutstwoways，——forifwedid，weshouldperhapsknowbetterwhenweareilloffalso；andIhavesometimesthoughtthatthereareasmanyignorantoftheoneasoftheother。Hewhowrote，“Ofortunatosnimiumsuasibonanorintagricolas。”mighthavewrittenquiteastruly，“Oinfortunatosnimiumsuasimalanorint“；andtherearefewofuswhoarenotprotectedfromthekeenestpainbyourinabilitytoseewhatitisthatwehavedone，whatwearesuffering，andwhatwetrulyare。Letusbegratefultothemirrorforrevealingtousourappearanceonly。
　　Wefoundassoftapieceofgroundaswecould——thoughitwasallstony——andhavingcollectedgrassandsodisposedofourselvesthatwehadalittlehollowforourhip-bones，westrappedourblanketsaroundusandwenttosleep。WakinginthenightIsawthestarsoverheadandthemoonlightbrightuponthemountains。Theriverwaseverrushing；Iheardoneofourhorsesneightoitscompanion，andwasassuredthattheywerestillathand；Ihadnocareofmindorbody，savethatIhaddoubtlessmanydifficultiestoovercome；
　　therecameuponmeadelicioussenseofpeace，afulnessofcontentmentwhichIdonotbelievecanbefeltbyanybutthosewhohavespentdaysconsecutivelyonhorseback，oratanyrateintheopenair。
　　Nextmorningwefoundourlastnight’stea-leavesfrozenatthebottomofthepannikins，thoughitwasnotnearlythebeginningofautumn；webreakfastedaswehadsupped，andwereonourwaybysixo’clock。Inhalfanhourwehadenteredthegorge，andturningroundacornerwebadefarewelltothelastsightofmymaster’scountry。
　　Thegorgewasnarrowandprecipitous；theriverwasnowonlyafewyardswide，androaredandthunderedagainstrocksofmanytonsinweight；thesoundwasdeafening，fortherewasagreatvolumeofwater。Weweretwohoursinmakinglessthanamile，andthatwithdanger，sometimesintheriverandsometimesontherock。Therewasthatdampblacksmellofrockscoveredwithslimyvegetation，asnearsomehugewaterfallwheresprayiseverrising。Theairwasclammyandcold。Icannotconceivehowourhorsesmanagedtokeeptheirfooting，especiallytheonewiththepack，andIdreadedthehavingtoreturnalmostasmuchasgoingforward。Isupposethislastedthreemiles，butitwaswellmiddaywhenthegorgegotalittlewider，andasmallstreamcameintoitfromatributaryvalley。Fartherprogressupthemainriverwasimpossible，forthecliffsdescendedlikewalls；sowewentupthesidestream，Chowbokseemingtothinkthatheremustbethepassofwhichreportsexistedamonghispeople。Wenowincurredlessofactualdangerbutmorefatigue，anditwasonlyafterinfinitetrouble，owingtotherocksandtangledvegetation，thatwegotourselvesandourhorsesuponthesaddlefromwhichthissmallstreamdescended；bythattimecloudshaddescendeduponus，anditwasrainingheavily。
　　Moreover，itwassixo’clockandweweretiredout，havingmadeperhapssixmilesintwelvehours。
　　Onthesaddletherewassomecoarsegrasswhichwasinfullseed，andthereforeverynourishingforthehorses；alsoabundanceofaniseandsow-thistle，ofwhichtheyareextravagantlyfond，soweturnedthemlooseandpreparedtocamp。Everythingwassoakingwetandwewerehalf-perishedwithcold；indeedwewereveryuncomfortable。Therewasbrushwoodabout，butwecouldgetnofiretillwehadshavedoffthewetoutsideofsomedeadbranchesandfilledourpocketswiththedryinsidechips。Havingdonethiswemanagedtostartafire，nordidweallowittogooutwhenwehadoncestartedit；wepitchedthetentandbynineo’clockwerecomparativelywarmanddry。Nextmorningitwasfine；webrokecamp，andafteradvancingashortdistancewefoundthat，bydescendingovergroundlessdifficultthanyesterday’s，weshouldcomeagainupontheriver-bed，whichhadopenedoutabovethegorge；butitwasplainataglancethattherewasnoavailablesheepcountry，nothingbutafewflatscoveredwithscruboneithersidetheriver，andmountainswhichwereperfectlyworthless。Butwecouldseethemainrange。Therewasnomistakeaboutthis。Theglaciersweretumblingdownthemountainsideslikecataracts，andseemedactuallytodescendupontheriver-bed；therecouldbenoseriousdifficultyinreachingthembyfollowinguptheriver，whichwaswideandopen；butitseemedratheranobjectlessthingtodo，forthemainrangelookedhopeless，andmycuriosityaboutthenatureofthecountryabovethegorgewasnowquitesatisfied；
　　therewasnomoneyinitwhatever，unlessthereshouldbeminerals，ofwhichIsawnomoresignsthanlowerdown。
　　However，IresolvedthatIwouldfollowtheriverup，andnotreturnuntilIwascompelledtodoso。IwouldgoupeverybranchasfarasIcould，andwashwellforgold。Chowboklikedseeingmedothis，butitnevercametoanything，forwedidnotevenfindthecolour。Hisdislikeofthemainrangeappearedtohavewornoff，andhemadenoobjectionstoapproachingit。Ithinkhethoughttherewasnodangerofmytryingtocrossit，andhewasnotafraidofanythingonthisside；besides，wemightfindgold。
　　Butthefactwasthathehadmadeuphismindwhattodoifhesawmegettingtoonearit。
　　Wepassedthreeweeksinexploring，andneverdidIfindtimegomorequickly。Theweatherwasfine，thoughthenightsgotverycold。Wefollowedeverystreambutone，andalwaysfounditleadustoaglacierwhichwasplainlyimpassable，atanyratewithoutalargerpartyandropes。Onestreamremained，whichIshouldhavefollowedupalready，hadnotChowboksaidthathehadrisenearlyonemorningwhileIwasyetasleep，andaftergoingupitforthreeorfourmiles，hadseenthatitwasimpossibletogofarther。I
　　hadlongagodiscoveredthathewasagreatliar，soIwasbentongoingupmyself：inbrief，Ididso：sofarfrombeingimpossible，itwasquiteeasytravelling；andafterfiveorsixmilesIsawasaddleattheendofit，which，thoughcovereddeepinsnow，wasnotglaciered，andwhichdidverilyappeartobepartofthemainrangeitself。Nowordscanexpresstheintensityofmydelight。Mybloodwasallonfirewithhopeandelation；butonlookingroundforChowbok，whowasbehindme，Isawtomysurpriseandangerthathehadturnedback，andwasgoingdownthevalleyashardashecould。Hehadleftme。
　　CHAPTERIV：THESADDLE
　　Icooeyedtohim，buthewouldnothear。Iranafterhim，buthehadgottoogoodastart。ThenIsatdownonastoneandthoughtthemattercarefullyover。ItwasplainthatChowbokhaddesignedlyattemptedtokeepmefromgoingupthisvalley，yethehadshownnounwillingnesstofollowmeanywhereelse。Whatcouldthismean，unlessthatIwasnowupontheroutebywhichalonethemysteriesofthegreatrangescouldberevealed？WhatthenshouldIdo？GobackattheverymomentwhenithadbecomeplainthatI
　　wasontherightscent？Hardly；yettoproceedalonewouldbebothdifficultanddangerous。Itwouldbebadenoughtoreturntomymaster’srun，andpassthroughtherockygorges，withnochanceofhelpfromanothershouldIgetintoadifficulty；buttoadvanceforanyconsiderabledistancewithoutacompanionwouldbenextdoortomadness。Accidentswhichareslightwhenthereisanotherathandasthesprainingofanankle，orthefallingintosomeplacewhenceescapewouldbeeasybymeansofanoutstretchedhandandabitofropemaybefataltoonewhoisalone。ThemoreI
　　ponderedthelessIlikedit；andyet，thelesscouldImakeupmymindtoreturnwhenIlookedatthesaddleattheheadofthevalley，andnotedthecomparativeeasewithwhichitssmoothsweepofsnowmightbesurmounted：Iseemedtoseemywayalmostfrommypresentpositiontotheverytop。Aftermuchthought，IresolvedtogoforwarduntilIshouldcometosomeplacewhichwasreallydangerous，butthentoreturn。Ishouldthus，Ihoped，atanyratereachthetopofthesaddle，andsatisfymyselfastowhatmightbeontheotherside。
　　Ihadnotimetolose，foritwasnowbetweentenandeleveninthemorning。FortunatelyIwaswellequipped，foronleavingthecampandthehorsesatthelowerendofthevalleyIhadprovidedmyselfaccordingtomycustomwitheverythingthatIwaslikelytowantforfourorfivedays。Chowbokhadcarriedhalf，buthaddroppedhiswholeswag——Isuppose，atthemomentofhistakingflight——forIcameuponitwhenIranafterhim。Ihad，therefore，hisprovisionsaswellasmyown。Accordingly，ItookasmanybiscuitsasIthoughtIcouldcarry，andalsosometobacco，tea，andafewmatches。Irolledallthesethingstogetherwithaflasknearlyfullofbrandy，whichIhadkeptinmypocketforfearlestChowbokshouldgetholdofitinsidemyblankets，andstrappedthemverytightly，makingthewholeintoalongrollofsomesevenfeetinlengthandsixinchesindiameter。ThenItiedthetwoendstogether，andputthewholeroundmyneckandoveroneshoulder。
　　Thisistheeasiestwayofcarryingaheavyswag，foronecanrestone’sselfbyshiftingtheburdenfromoneshouldertotheother。
　　Istrappedmypannikinandasmallaxeaboutmywaist，andthusequippedbegantoascendthevalley，angryathavingbeenmisledbyChowbok，butdeterminednottoreturntillIwascompelledtodoso。
　　Icrossedandrecrossedthestreamseveraltimeswithoutdifficulty，forthereweremanygoodfords。Atoneo’clockIwasatthefootofthesaddle；forfourhoursImounted，thelasttwoonthesnow，wherethegoingwaseasier；byfive，Iwaswithintenminutesofthetop，inastateofexcitementgreater，Ithink，thanIhadeverknownbefore。Tenminutesmore，andthecoldairfromtheothersidecamerushinguponme。
　　Aglance。IwasNOTonthemainrange。
　　Anotherglance。Therewasanawfulriver，muddyandhorriblyangry，roaringoveranimmenseriverbed，thousandsoffeetbelowme。
　　Itwentroundtothewestward，andIcouldseenofartherupthevalley，savethattherewereenormousglacierswhichmustextendroundthesourceoftheriver，andfromwhichitmustspring。
　　Anotherglance，andthenIremainedmotionless。
　　Therewasaneasypassinthemountainsdirectlyoppositetome，throughwhichIcaughtaglimpseofanimmeasurableextentofblueanddistantplains。
　　Easy？Yes，perfectlyeasy；grassednearlytothesummit，whichwas，asitwere，anopenpathbetweentwoglaciers，fromwhichaninconsiderablestreamcametumblingdownoverroughbutverypossiblehillsides，tillitgotdowntothelevelofthegreatriver，andformedaflatwheretherewasgrassandasmallbushofstuntedtimber。
　　AlmostbeforeIcouldbelievemyeyes，acloudhadcomeupfromthevalleyontheotherside，andtheplainswerehidden。Whatwonderfulluckwasmine！HadIarrivedfiveminuteslater，thecloudwouldhavebeenoverthepass，andIshouldnothaveknownofitsexistence。Nowthatthecloudwasthere，Ibegantodoubtmymemory，andtobeuncertainwhetherithadbeenmorethanabluelineofdistantvapourthathadfilleduptheopening。Icouldonlybecertainofthismuch，namely，thattheriverinthevalleybelowmustbetheonenexttothenorthwardofthatwhichflowedpastmymaster’sstation；ofthistherecouldbenodoubt。CouldI，however，imaginethatmyluckshouldhaveledmeupawrongriverinsearchofapass，andyetbroughtmetothespotwhereI
　　coulddetecttheoneweakplaceinthefortificationsofamorenorthernbasin？Thiswastooimprobable。ButevenasIdoubtedtherecamearentinthecloudopposite，andasecondtimeIsawbluelinesofheavingdowns，growinggraduallyfainter，andretiringintoafarspaceofplain。Itwassubstantial；therehadbeennomistakewhatsoever。Ihadhardlymademyselfperfectlysureofthis，eretherentinthecloudsjoinedupagainandI
　　couldseenothingmore。
　　What，then，shouldIdo？Thenightwouldbeuponmeshortly，andI
　　wasalreadychilledwithstandingstillaftertheexertionofclimbing。TostaywhereIwaswouldbeimpossible；Imusteithergobackwardsorforwards。Ifoundarockwhichgavemeshelterfromtheeveningwind，andtookagoodpullatthebrandyflask，whichimmediatelywarmedandencouragedme。
　　Iaskedmyself，CouldIdescendupontheriver-bedbeneathme？Itwasimpossibletosaywhatprecipicesmightpreventmydoingso。
　　IfIwereontheriver-bed，dareIcrosstheriver？Iamanexcellentswimmer，yet，onceinthatfrightfulrushofwaters，I
　　shouldbehurledwhithersoeveritwilled，absolutelypowerless。
　　Moreover，therewasmyswag；IshouldperishofcoldandhungerifIleftit，butIshouldcertainlybedrownedifIattemptedtocarryitacrosstheriver。Thesewereseriousconsiderations，butthehopeoffindinganimmensetractofavailablesheepcountrywhichIwasdeterminedthatIwouldmonopoliseasfarasI
　　possiblycouldsufficedtooutweighthem；and，inafewminutes，I
　　feltresolvedthat，havingmadesoimportantadiscoveryasapassintoacountrywhichwasprobablyasvaluableasthatonourownsideoftheranges，Iwouldfollowitupandascertainitsvalue，eventhoughIshouldpaythepenaltyoffailurewithlifeitself。
　　ThemoreIthought，themoredeterminedIbecameeithertowinfameandperhapsfortune，byenteringuponthisunknownworld，orgiveuplifeintheattempt。Infact，IfeltthatlifewouldbenolongervaluableifIweretohaveseensogreataprizeandrefusedtograspatthepossibleprofitstherefrom。
　　IhadstillanhourofgooddaylightduringwhichImightbeginmydescentontosomesuitablecamping-ground，buttherewasnotamomenttobelost。AtfirstIgotalongrapidly，forIwasonthesnow，andsankintoitenoughtosavemefromfalling，thoughI
　　wentforwardstraightdownthemountainsideasfastasIcould；
　　buttherewaslesssnowonthissidethanontheother，andIhadsoondonewithit，gettingontoacoombofdangerousandverystonyground，whereaslipmighthavegivenmeadisastrousfall。
　　ButIwascarefulwithallmyspeed，andgotsafelytothebottom，wheretherewerepatchesofcoarsegrass，andanattempthereandthereatbrushwood：whatwasbelowthisIcouldnotsee。I
　　advancedafewhundredyardsfarther，andfoundthatIwasonthebrinkofafrightfulprecipice，whichnooneinhissenseswouldattemptdescending。Ibethoughtme，however，totrythecreekwhichdrainedthecoomb，andseewhetheritmightnothavemadeitselfasmootherway。InafewminutesIfoundmyselfattheupperendofachasmintherocks，somethinglikeTwllDhu，onlyonagreatlylargerscale；thecreekhadfounditswayintoit，andhadwornadeepchannelthroughamaterialwhichappearedsofterthanthatupontheothersideofthemountain。Ibelieveitmusthavebeenadifferentgeologicalformation，thoughIregrettosaythatIcannottellwhatitwas。
　　Ilookedatthisriftingreatdoubt；thenIwentalittlewayoneithersideofit，andfoundmyselflookingovertheedgeofhorribleprecipicesontotheriver，whichroaredsomefourorfivethousandfeetbelowme。Idarednotthinkofgettingdownatall，unlessIcommittedmyselftotherift，ofwhichIwashopefulwhenIreflectedthattherockwassoft，andthatthewatermighthavewornitschanneltolerablyevenlythroughthewholeextent。Thedarknesswasincreasingwitheveryminute，butIshouldhavetwilightforanotherhalf-hour，soIwentintothechasmthoughbynomeanswithoutfear，andresolvedtoreturnandcamp，andtrysomeotherpathnextday，shouldIcometoanyseriousdifficulty。
　　InaboutfiveminutesIhadcompletelylostmyhead；thesideoftheriftbecamehundredsoffeetinheight，andoverhungsothatI
　　couldnotseethesky。Itwasfullofrocks，andIhadmanyfallsandbruises。Iwaswetthroughfromfallingintothewater，ofwhichtherewasnogreatvolume，butithadsuchforcethatIcoulddonothingagainstit；onceIhadtoleapdownanotinconsiderablewaterfallintoadeeppoolbelow，andmyswagwassoheavythatI
　　wasverynearlydrowned。Ihadindeedahair’s-breadthescape；
　　but，asluckwouldhaveit，Providencewasonmyside。ShortlyafterwardsIbegantofancythattheriftwasgettingwider，andthattherewasmorebrushwood。PresentlyIfoundmyselfonanopengrassyslope，andfeelingmywayalittlefartheralongthestream，Icameuponaflatplacewithwood，whereIcouldcampcomfortably；
　　whichwaswell，foritwasnowquitedark。
　　Myfirstcarewasformymatches；weretheydry？Theoutsideofmyswaghadgotcompletelywet；but，onundoingtheblankets，Ifoundthingswarmanddrywithin。HowthankfulIwas！Ilitafire，andwasgratefulforitswarmthandcompany。Imademyselfsometeaandatetwoofmybiscuits：mybrandyIdidnottouch，forIhadlittleleft，andmightwantitwhenmycouragefailedme。AllthatIdid，Ididalmostmechanically，forIcouldnotrealisemysituationtomyself，beyondknowingthatIwasalone，andthatreturnthroughthechasmwhichIhadjustdescendedwouldbeimpossible。Itisadreadfulfeelingthatofbeingcutofffromallone’skind。Iwasstillfullofhope，andbuiltgoldencastlesformyselfassoonasIwaswarmedwithfoodandfire；butIdonotbelievethatanymancouldlongretainhisreasoninsuchsolitude，unlesshehadthecompanionshipofanimals。Onebeginsdoubtingone’sownidentity。
　　Irememberderivingcomfortevenfromthesightofmyblankets，andthesoundofmywatchticking——thingswhichseemedtolinkmetootherpeople；butthescreamingofthewood-hensfrightenedme，asalsoachatteringbirdwhichIhadneverheardbefore，andwhichseemedtolaughatme；thoughIsoongotusedtoit，andbeforelongcouldfancythatitwasmanyyearssinceIhadfirstheardit。
　　Itookoffmyclothes，andwrappedmyinsideblanketaboutme，tillmythingsweredry。Thenightwasverystill，andImadearoaringfire；soIsoongotwarm，andatlastcouldputmyclothesonagain。ThenIstrappedmyblanketroundme，andwenttosleepasnearthefireasIcould。
　　Idreamedthattherewasanorganplacedinmymaster’swool-shed：
　　thewool-shedfadedaway，andtheorganseemedtogrowandgrowamidablazeofbrilliantlight，tillitbecamelikeagoldencityuponthesideofamountain，withrowsuponrowsofpipessetincliffsandprecipices，oneabovetheother，andinmysteriouscaverns，likethatofFingal，withinwhosedepthsIcouldseetheburnishedpillarsgleaming。Inthefronttherewasaflightofloftyterraces，atthetopofwhichIcouldseeamanwithhisheadburiedforwardtowardsakey-board，andhisbodyswayingfromsidetosideamidthestormofhugearpeggioedharmoniesthatcamecrashingoverheadandround。Thentherewasonewhotouchedmeontheshoulder，andsaid，“Doyounotsee？itisHandel“；——butIhadhardlyapprehended，andwastryingtoscaletheterraces，andgetnearhim，whenIawoke，dazzledwiththevividnessanddistinctnessofthedream。
　　Apieceofwoodhadburnedthrough，andtheendshadfallenintotheasheswithablaze：this，Isupposed，hadbothgivenmemydreamandrobbedmeofit。Iwasbitterlydisappointed，andsittinguponmyelbow，camebacktorealityandmystrangesurroundingsasbestIcould。
　　Iwasthoroughlyaroused——moreover，Ifeltaforeshadowingasthoughmyattentionwerearrestedbysomethingmorethanthedream，althoughnosenseinparticularwasasyetappealedto。Iheldmybreathandwaited，andthenIheard——wasitfancy？Nay；Ilistenedagainandagain，andIDIDhearafaintandextremelydistantsoundofmusic，likethatofanAEolianharp，borneuponthewindwhichwasblowingfreshandchillfromtheoppositemountains。
　　Therootsofmyhairthrilled。Ilistened，butthewindhaddied；
　　and，fancyingthatitmusthavebeenthewinditself——no；onasuddenIrememberedthenoisewhichChowbokhadmadeinthewool-
　　shed。Yes；itwasthat。
　　ThankHeaven，whateveritwas，itwasovernow。Ireasonedwithmyself，andrecoveredmyfirmness。IbecameconvincedthatIhadonlybeendreamingmorevividlythanusual。SoonIbeganeventolaugh，andthinkwhatafoolIwastobefrightenedatnothing，remindingmyselfthatevenifIweretocometoabadenditwouldbenosuchdreadfulmatterafterall。Isaidmyprayers，adutywhichIhadtoooftenneglected，andinalittletimefellintoareallyrefreshingsleep，whichlastedtillbroaddaylight，andrestoredme。Irose，andsearchingamongtheembersofmyfire，I
　　foundafewlivecoalsandsoonhadablazeagain。Igotbreakfast，andwasdelightedtohavethecompanyofseveralsmallbirds，whichhoppedaboutmeandperchedonmybootsandhands。I
　　feltcomparativelyhappy，butIcanassurethereaderthatIhadhadafarworsetimeofitthanIhavetoldhim；andIstronglyrecommendhimtoremaininEuropeifhecan；or，atanyrate，insomecountrywhichhasbeenexploredandsettled，ratherthangointoplaceswhereothershavenotbeenbeforehim。Exploringisdelightfultolookforwardtoandbackupon，butitisnotcomfortableatthetime，unlessitbeofsuchaneasynatureasnottodeservethename。
　　CHAPTERV：THERIVERANDTHERANGE
　　Mynextbusinesswastodescendupontheriver。IhadlostsightofthepasswhichIhadseenfromthesaddle，buthadmadesuchnotesofitthatIcouldnotfailtofindit。Iwasbruisedandstiff，andmybootshadbeguntogive，forIhadbeengoingonroughgroundformorethanthreeweeks；but，asthedayworeon，andIfoundmyselfdescendingwithoutseriousdifficulty，Ibecameeasier。InacoupleofhoursIgotamongpineforestswheretherewaslittleundergrowth，anddescendedquicklytillIreachedtheedgeofanotherprecipice，whichgavemeagreatdealoftrouble，thoughIeventuallymanagedtoavoidit。Byaboutthreeorfouro’clockIfoundmyselfontheriver-bed。
　　FromcalculationswhichImadeastotheheightofthevalleyontheothersidethesaddleoverwhichIhadcome，Iconcludedthatthesaddleitselfcouldnotbelessthanninethousandfeethigh；
　　andIshouldthinkthattheriver-bed，ontowhichInowdescended，wasthreethousandfeetabovethesea-level。Thewaterhadaterrificcurrent，withafallofnotlessthanfortytofiftyfeetpermile。Itwascertainlytherivernexttothenorthwardofthatwhichflowedpastmymaster’srun，andwouldhavetogothroughanimpassablegorgeasiscommonlythecasewiththeriversofthatcountrybeforeitcameuponknownparts。Itwasreckonedtobenearlytwothousandfeetabovethesea-levelwhereitcameoutofthegorgeontotheplains。
　　AssoonasIgottotheriversideIlikeditevenlessthanI
　　thoughtIshould。Itwasmuddy，beingnearitsparentglaciers。
　　Thestreamwaswide，rapid，andrough，andIcouldhearthesmallerstonesknockingagainsteachotherundertherageofthewaters，asuponaseashore。Fordingwasoutofthequestion。Icouldnotswimandcarrymyswag，andIdarednotleavemyswagbehindme。
　　Myonlychancewastomakeasmallraft；andthatwouldbedifficulttomake，andnotatallsafewhenitwasmade，——notforonemaninsuchacurrent。
　　Asitwastoolatetodomuchthatafternoon，Ispenttherestofitingoingupanddowntheriverside，andseeingwhereIshouldfindthemostfavourablecrossing。ThenIcampedearly，andhadaquietcomfortablenightwithnomoremusic，forwhichIwasthankful，asithadhauntedmeallday，althoughIperfectlywellknewthatithadbeennothingbutmyownfancy，broughtonbythereminiscenceofwhatIhadheardfromChowbokandbytheover-
　　excitementoftheprecedingevening。
　　NextdayIbegangatheringthedrybloomstalksofakindofflagoriris-lookingplant，whichwasabundant，andwhoseleaves，whentornintostrips，wereasstrongasthestrongeststring。I
　　broughtthemtothewaterside，andfelltomakingmyselfakindofroughplatform，whichshouldsufficeformyselfandmyswagifI
　　couldonlysticktoit。Thestalksweretenortwelvefeetlong，andverystrong，butlightandhollow。Imademyraftentirelyofthem，bindingbundlesofthematrightanglestoeachother，neatlyandstrongly，withstripsfromtheleavesofthesameplant，andtyingotherrodsacross。Ittookmealldaytillnearlyfouro’clocktofinishtheraft，butIhadstillenoughdaylightforcrossing，andresolvedondoingsoatonce。
　　Ihadselectedaplacewheretheriverwasbroadandcomparativelystill，someseventyoreightyyardsaboveafuriousrapid。AtthisspotIhadbuiltmyraft。Inowlaunchedit，mademyswagfasttothemiddle，andgotontoitmyself，keepinginmyhandoneofthelongestblossomstalks，sothatImightpuntmyselfacrossaslongasthewaterwasshallowenoughtoletmedoso。Igotonprettywellfortwentyorthirtyyardsfromtheshore，buteveninthisshortspaceInearlyupsetmyraftbyshiftingtoorapidlyfromonesidetotheother。Thewaterthenbecamemuchdeeper，andIleanedoversofarinordertogetthebloomrodtothebottomthatIhadtostaystill，leaningontherodforafewseconds。Then，whenI
　　lifteduptherodfromtheground，thecurrentwastoomuchformeandIfoundmyselfbeingcarrieddowntherapid。Everythinginasecondflewpastme，andIhadnomorecontrolovertheraft；
　　neithercanIrememberanythingexcepthurry，andnoise，andwaterswhichintheendupsetme。Butitallcameright，andIfoundmyselfneartheshore，notmorethanuptomykneesinwaterandpullingmyrafttoland，fortunatelyupontheleftbankoftheriver，whichwastheoneIwanted。WhenIhadlandedIfoundthatIwasaboutamile，orperhapsalittleless，belowthepointfromwhichIstarted。Myswagwaswetupontheoutside，andIwasmyselfdripping；butIhadgainedmypoint，andknewthatmydifficultieswereforatimeover。Ithenlitmyfireanddriedmyself；havingdonesoIcaughtsomeoftheyoungducksandsea-
　　gulls，whichwereabundantonandneartheriver-bed，sothatIhadnotonlyagoodmeal，ofwhichIwasingreatwant，havinghadaninsufficientdietfromthetimethatChowbokleftme，butwasalsowellprovidedforthemorrow。
　　IthoughtofChowbok，andfelthowusefulhehadbeentome，andinhowmanywaysIwastheloserbyhisabsence，havingnowtodoallsortsofthingsformyselfwhichhehadhithertodoneforme，andcoulddoinfinitelybetterthanIcould。Moreover，IhadsetmyheartuponmakinghimarealconverttotheChristianreligion，whichhehadalreadyembracedoutwardly，thoughIcannotthinkthatithadtakendeeprootinhisimpenetrablystupidnature。Iusedtocatechisehimbyourcampfire，andexplaintohimthemysteriesoftheTrinityandoforiginalsin，withwhichIwasmyselffamiliar，havingbeenthegrandsonofanarchdeaconbymymother’sside，tosaynothingofthefactthatmyfatherwasaclergymanoftheEnglishChurch。Iwasthereforesufficientlyqualifiedforthetask，andwasthemoreinclinedtoit，overandabovemyrealdesiretosavetheunhappycreaturefromaneternityoftorture，byrecollectingthepromiseofSt。James，thatifanyoneconvertedasinnerwhichChowboksurelywasheshouldhideamultitudeofsins。Ireflected，therefore，thattheconversionofChowbokmightinsomedegreecompensateforirregularitiesandshort-comingsinmyownpreviouslife，theremembranceofwhichhadbeenmorethanonceunpleasanttomeduringmyrecentexperiences。
　　Indeed，ononeoccasionIhadevengonesofarastobaptizehim，aswellasIcould，havingascertainedthathehadcertainlynotbeenbothchristenedandbaptized，andgatheringfromhistellingmethathehadreceivedthenameWilliamfromthemissionarythatitwasprobablythefirst-mentionedritetowhichhehadbeensubjected。Ithoughtitgreatcarelessnessonthepartofthemissionarytohaveomittedthesecond，andcertainlymoreimportant，ceremonywhichIhavealwaysunderstoodprecedeschristeningbothinthecaseofinfantsandofadultconverts；andwhenIthoughtoftheriskswewerebothincurringIdeterminedthatthereshouldbenofurtherdelay。Fortunatelyitwasnotyettwelveo’clock，soIbaptizedhimatoncefromoneofthepannikinstheonlyvesselsIhadreverently，and，Itrust，efficiently。I
　　thensetmyselftoworktoinstructhiminthedeepermysteriesofourbelief，andtomakehim，notonlyinname，butinheartaChristian。
　　ItistruethatImightnothavesucceeded，forChowbokwasveryhardtoteach。Indeed，ontheeveningofthesamedaythatI
　　baptizedhimhetriedforthetwentiethtimetostealthebrandy，whichmademeratherunhappyastowhetherIcouldhavebaptizedhimrightly。Hehadaprayer-book——morethantwentyyearsold——
　　whichhadbeengivenhimbythemissionaries，buttheonlythinginitwhichhadtakenanylivingholduponhimwasthetitleofAdelaidetheQueenDowager，whichhewouldrepeatwheneverstronglymovedortouched，andwhichdidreallyseemtohavesomedeepspiritualsignificancetohim，thoughhecouldnevercompletelyseparateherindividualityfromthatofMaryMagdalene，whosenamehadalsofascinatedhim，thoughinalessdegree。
　　Hewasindeedstonyground，butbydiggingabouthimImighthaveatanyratedeprivedhimofallfaithinthereligionofhistribe，whichwouldhavebeenhalfwaytowardsmakinghimasincereChristian；andnowallthiswascutofffromme，andIcouldneitherbeoffurtherspiritualassistancetohimnorheofbodilyprofittomyself：besides，anycompanywasbetterthanbeingquitealone。
　　Igotverymelancholyasthesereflectionscrossedme，butwhenI
　　hadboiledtheducksandeatenthemIwasmuchbetter。Ihadalittletealeftandaboutapoundoftobacco，whichshouldlastmeforanotherfortnightwithmoderatesmoking。Ihadalsoeightshipbiscuits，and，mostpreciousofall，aboutsixouncesofbrandy，whichIpresentlyreducedtofour，forthenightwascold。
　　Irosewithearlydawn，andinanhourIwasonmyway，feelingstrange，nottosayweak，fromtheburdenofsolitude，butfullofhopewhenIconsideredhowmanydangersIhadovercome，andthatthisdayshouldseemeatthesummitofthedividingrange。
　　Afteraslowbutsteadyclimbofbetweenthreeandfourhours，duringwhichImetwithnoserioushindrance，Ifoundmyselfuponatableland，andclosetoaglacierwhichIrecognisedasmarkingthesummitofthepass。Aboveittoweredasuccessionofruggedprecipicesandsnowymountainsides。ThesolitudewasgreaterthanIcouldbear；themountainuponmymaster’ssheep-runwasacrowdedthoroughfareincomparisonwiththissombresullenplace。Theair，moreover，wasdarkandheavy，whichmadethelonelinessevenmoreoppressive。Therewasaninkygloomoverallthatwasnotcoveredwithsnowandice。Grasstherewasnone。
　　EachmomentIfeltincreasinguponmethatdreadfuldoubtastomyownidentity——astothecontinuityofmypastandpresentexistence——whichisthefirstsignofthatdistractionwhichcomesonthosewhohavelostthemselvesinthebush。Ihadfoughtagainstthisfeelinghitherto，andhadconqueredit；buttheintensesilenceandgloomofthisrockywildernessweretoomuchforme，andIfeltthatmypowerofcollectingmyselfwasbeginningtobeimpaired。
　　Irestedforalittlewhile，andthenadvancedoververyroughground，untilIreachedthelowerendoftheglacier。ThenIsawanotherglacier，descendingfromtheeasternsideintoasmalllake。Ipassedalongthewesternsideofthelake，wherethegroundwaseasier，andwhenIhadgotabouthalfwayIexpectedthatIshouldseetheplainswhichIhadalreadyseenfromtheoppositemountains；butitwasnottobeso，forthecloudsrolleduptotheverysummitofthepass，thoughtheydidnotoverlipitontothesidefromwhichIhadcome。Ithereforesoonfoundmyselfenshroudedbyacoldthinvapour，whichpreventedmyseeingmorethanaveryfewyardsinfrontofme。ThenIcameuponalargepatchofoldsnow，inwhichIcoulddistinctlytracethehalf-meltedtracksofgoats——andinoneplace，asitseemedtome，therehadbeenadogfollowingthem。HadIlighteduponalandofshepherds？Theground，wherenotcoveredwithsnow，wassopoorandstony，andtherewassolittleherbage，thatIcouldseenosignofapathorregularsheep-track。ButIcouldnothelpfeelingratheruneasyasIwonderedwhatsortofareceptionI
　　mightmeetwithifIweretocomesuddenlyuponinhabitants。Iwasthinkingofthis，andproceedingcautiouslythroughthemist，whenIbegantofancythatIsawsomeobjectsdarkerthanthecloudloominginfrontofme。Afewstepsbroughtmenearer，andashudderofunutterablehorrorranthroughmewhenIsawacircleofgiganticforms，manytimeshigherthanmyself，upstandinggrimandgreythroughtheveilofcloudbeforeme。
　　IsupposeImusthavefainted，forIfoundmyselfsometimeafterwardssittingupontheground，sickanddeadlycold。Therewerethefigures，quitestillandsilent，seenvaguelythroughthethickgloom，butinhumanshapeindisputably。