Edward Whymper,
Scrambles amongst the Alps — Chapter 9
(1871)
“ Let the glassy face be covered with minute fragments of rock, scarcely attached, but varnished with ice; imagine tins, and then you will have a very faint idea of the face of the Ecrins on which we stood. It was not possible to avoid detaching stones, which, as they fell, caused words unmentionable to rise. The greatest friends would have reviled each other in such a situation. We gained the eastern arête, and endeavoured for half-an-hour to work upwards towards the summit; but it was useless (each yard of progress cost an incredible time) ”
