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my cousin's chief care; and he kept it as a preserve。 Through the
rushes that covered it; and made it rustling and rough; narrow
passages had been cut; through which the flat…bottomed boats;
impelled and steered by poles; passed along silently over dead
water; brushing up against the reeds and making the swift fish
take refuge in the weeds; and the wild fowl; with their pointed;
black heads; dive suddenly。

I am passionately fond of the water: of the sea; though it is too
vast; too full of movement; impossi…ble to hold; of the rivers
which are so beautiful; but which pass on; and flee away and
above all of the marshes; where the whole unknown existence of
aquatic animals palpitates。 The marsh is an entire world in
itself on the world of eartha different world; which has its
own life; its settled inhabitants and its passing travelers; its
voices; its noises; and above all its mystery。 Nothing is more
impressive; nothing more disquieting; more terrifying
occasionally; than a fen。 Why should a vague terror hang over
these low plains covered with water? Is it the low rustling of
the rushes; the strange will…o'…the…wisp lights; the silence
which prevails on calm nights; the still mists which hang over
the surface like a shroud; or is it the almost inaudible
splashing; so slight and so gentle; yet sometimes more terrifying
than the cannons of men or the thunders of the skies; which make
these marshes resemble countries one has dreamed of; terrible
countries holding an unknown and dangerous secret?

No; something else belongs to itanother mystery; profounder and
graver; floats amid these thick mists; perhaps the mystery of the
creation itself! For was it not in stagnant and muddy water; amid
the heavy humidity of moist land under the heat of the sun; that
the first germ of life pulsated and expanded to the day?

I arrived at my cousin's in the evening。 It was freezing hard
enough to split the stones。

During dinner; in the large room whose side…boards; walls; and
ceiling were covered with stuffed birds; with wings extended or
perched on branches  to which they were nailed;hawks; herons;
owls; nightjars; buzzards; tiercels; vultures; falcons;my
cousin who; dressed in a sealskin jacket; himself resembled some
strange animal from a cold country; told me what preparations he
had made for that same night。

We were to start at half past three in the morning; so as to
arrive at the place which he had chosen for our watching…place at
about half past four。 On that spot a hut had been built of lumps
of ice; so as to shelter us somewhat from the trying wind which
precedes daybreak; a wind so cold as to tear the flesh like a
saw; cut it like the blade of a knife; prick it like a poisoned
sting; twist it like a pair of pincers; and burn it like fire。

My cousin rubbed his hands: 〃I have never known such a frost;〃 he
said; 〃it is already twelve degrees below zero at six o'clock in
the evening。〃

I threw myself on to my bed immediately after we had finished our
meal; and went to sleep by the light of a bright fire burning in
the grate。

At three o'clock he woke me。 In my turn; I put on a sheepskin;
and found my cousin Karl covered with a bearskin。 After having
each swallowed two cups of scalding coffee; followed by glasses
of liqueur brandy; we started; accompanied by a gamekeeper and
our dogs; Plongeon and Pierrot。

From the first moment that I got outside; I felt chilled to the
very marrow。 It was one of those nights on which the earth seems
dead with cold。 The frozen air becomes resisting and palpable;
such pain does it cause; no breath of wind moves it; it is fixed
and motionless; it bites you; pierces through you; dries you;
kills the trees; the plants; the insects; the small birds
themselves; who fall from the branches on to the hard ground; and
become stiff themselves under the grip of the…cold。

The moon; which was in her last quarter and was inclining all to
one side; seemed fainting in the midst of space; so weak that she
was unable to wane; forced to stay up yonder; seized and
paralyzed by the severity of the weather。 She shed a cold;
mournful light over the world; that dying and wan light which she
gives us every month; at the end of her period。

Karl and I walked side by side; our backs bent; our hands in our
pockets and our guns under our arms。 Our boots; which were
wrapped in wool so that we might be able to walk without slipping
on the frozen river; made no sound; and I looked at the white
vapor which our dogs' breath made。

We were soon on the edge of the marsh; and entered one of the
lanes of dry rushes which ran through the low forest。

Our elbows; which touched the long; ribbonlike leaves; left a
slight noise behind us; and I was seized; as I had never been
before; by the powerful and singular emotion which marshes cause
in me。 This one was dead; dead from cold; since we were walking
on it; in the middle of its population of dried rushes。

Suddenly; at the turn of one of the lanes; I perceived the
ice…hut which had been constructed to shelter us。 I went in; and
as we had nearly an hour to wait before the wandering birds would
awake; I rolled myself up in my rug in order to try and get warm。
Then; lying on my back; I began to look at the misshapen moon;
which had four horns through the vaguely transparent walls of
this polar house。 But the frost of the frozen marshes; the cold
of these walls; the cold from the firmament penetrated me so
terribly that I began to cough。 My cousin Karl became uneasy。

〃No matter if we do not kill much to…day;〃 he said: 〃I do not
want you to catch cold; we will light a fire。〃 And he told the
gamekeeper to cut some rushes。

We made a pile in the middle of our hut which had a hole in the
middle of the roof to let out the smoke; and when the red flames
rose up to the clear; crystal blocks they began to melt; gently;
imperceptibly; as if they were sweating。 Karl; who had remained
outside; called out to me: 〃Come and look here!〃 I went out of
the hut and remained struck with astonishment。 Our hut; in the
shape of a cone; looked like an enormous diamond with a heart of
fire which had been suddenly planted there in the midst of the
frozen water of the marsh。 And inside; we saw two fantastic
forms; those of our dogs; who were warming themselves at the
fire。

But a peculiar cry; a lost; a wandering cry; passed over our
heads; and the light from our hearth showed us the wild birds。
Nothing moves one so much as the first clamor of a life which one
does not see; which passes through the somber air so quickly and
so far off; just before the first streak of a winter's day
appears on the horizon。 It seems to me; at this glacial hour of
dawn; as if that passing cry which is carried away by the wings
of a bird is the sigh of a soul from the world!

〃Put out the fire;〃 said Karl; 〃it is getting daylight。〃

The sky was; in fact; beginning to grow pale; and the flights of
ducks made long; rapid streaks which were soon obliterated on the
sky。

A stream of light burst out into the night; Karl had fired; and
the two dogs ran forward。

And then; nearly every minute; now he; now I; aimed rapidly as
soon as the shadow of a flying flock appeared above the rushes。
And Pierrot and Plongeon; out of breath but happy; retrieved the
bleeding birds; whose eyes still; occasionally; looked at us。

The sun had risen; and it was a bright day with a blue sky; and
we were thinking of taking our departure; when two birds with
extended necks and outstretched wings; glided rapidly over our
heads。 I fired; and one of them fell almost at my feet。 It was a
teal; with a silver breast; and then; in the blue space above me;
I heard a voice; the voice of a bird。 It was a short; repeated;
heart…rending lament; and the bird; the little animal that had
been spared began to turn round in the blue sky; over our heads;
looking at its dead companion which I was holding in my hand。

Karl was on his knees; his gun to his shoulder watching it
eagerly; until it should be within shot。 〃You have killed the
duck;〃 he said; 〃and the drake will not fly away。〃

He certainly did not fly away; he circled over our heads
continually; and continued his cries。 Never have any groans of
suffering pained me so much as that desolate appeal; as that
lamentable reproach of this poor bird which was lost in space。

Occasionally he took flight under the menace of the gun which
followed his movements; and seemed ready to continue his flight
alone; but as he could not make up his mind to this; he returned
to find his mate。

〃Leave her on the ground;〃 Karl said to me; 〃he will come within
shot by and by。〃 And he did indeed come near us; careless of
danger; infatuated by his animal love; by his affection for his
mate; which I had just killed。

Karl fired; and it was as if somebody had cut the string which
held the bird suspended。 I saw something black descend; and I
heard the noise of a fall among the rushes。 And Pierrot brought
it to me。

I put themthey were already coldinto the same game…bag; and I
returned to Paris the same evening。



THE INN

Like all the little wooden inns in the higher Alps; tiny auberges
situated in the bare and rocky gorges which intersect the white
summits of the mountains; the inn of Schwarenbach is a refuge for
travelers who are crossing the Gemmi。

It is open six months in the year; and is inhabited by the family
of Jean Hauser。 As soon as the snow begins to fall; and fills the
valley so as to make the road down to Loeche impassable; the
father; with mother; daughter; and the three sons depart; leaving
the house in charge of the old guide; Gaspard Hari; with the
young guide; Ulrich Kunsi; and Sam; the great mountain dog。

The two men and the dog remain till spring in their snowy prison;
with nothing before their eyes except immense; white slopes of
the Balmhorn; surrounded by light; glistening summits; and shut
up; blocked up; and buried by the snow which rises around them;
enveloping and almost burying the little house up to the eaves。

It was the day on which the Hauser family were going to return to
Loeche; as winter was approaching; and the descent was becoming
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