Algernon Blackwood

Algernon Blackwood

Summary

Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood Spring and the Mountaineer [

With the waning of March the dream is apt to return more insistently, crossing the threshold into waking and action. One remembers that there is no harm, even thus early, in greasing the heavy stiff leather of the mountain boots, putting in new nails, airing that old grimy knapsack and seeing that the traps are right. It brings the playground nearer. The thoughts of thousands turn to their luring memories of the Alps: Italy, Tyrol, Switzerland.
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood Spring and the Mountaineer [

Those small grey spots on some high, hanging slope beneath the very snow that looked like rocks, rise suddenly in a body and drift away to yet more dangerous declivities; the sound of bells floats across the deep, narrow valley; one thinks of “horns of Elfland faintly blowing”⁠ ⁠... the goats dot every landscape. Far above the tree-line, when life is least expected, one turns a corner, and there, lying among the boulders, grouped perhaps about some little wooden cross, their bodies rise out of the very ground, horns glistening in the sunshine.
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood Spring and the Mountaineer [

And at once, though with a sense of impatience that will not be denied, one’s daily work grows lighter. Magic names flit through the memory⁠—the Engadine, the Bernese Oberland, the peaks of Valais and the valleys of Savoy, the flowered uplands of Tyrol, the rustling chestnut woods of the Italian slopes, or the Bernina snowfields, rosy in the dawn.
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