Hobhouse went to fish--caught one. Our carriage not come; our horses,
mules, &c. knocked up; ourselves fatigued.

[1] Dent de Jaman.

"The view from the highest points of to-day's journey comprised on one
side the greatest part of Lake Leman; on the other, the valleys and
mountain of the Canton of Fribourg, and an immense plain, with the
Lakes of Neuchâtel and Morat, and all which the borders of the Lake of
Geneva inherit; we had both sides of the Jura before us in one point
of view, with Alps in plenty. In passing a ravine, the guide
recommended strenuously a quickening of pace, as the stones fall with
great rapidity and occasional damage; the advice is excellent, but,
like most good advice, impracticable, the road being so rough that
neither mules, nor mankind, nor horses, can make any violent progress.
Passed without fractures or menace thereof.

"The music of the cows' bells (for their wealth, like the patriarchs',
is cattle,) in the pastures, which reach to a height far above any
mountains in Britain, and the shepherds shouting to us from crag to
crag, and playing on their reeds where the steeps appeared almost
inaccessible, with the surrounding scenery, realized all that I have
ever heard or imagined of a pastoral existence;--much more so than
Greece or Asia Minor, for there we are a little too much of the sabre
and musket order--and if there is a crook in one hand, you are sure to
see a gun in the other;--but this was pure and unmixed--solitary,
savage, and patriarchal. As we went, they played the 'Ranz des Vaches'
and other airs by way of farewell. I have lately repeopled my mind
with nature.