Mrs. Aubrey Le Blond,
True Tales of Mountain Adventures…
“ First, the snow begins to slide gently down, then it gathers pace and volume, and even miles away the thunder of its fall can be heard as it leaps from ledge to ledge. Covered with a cloud of smoking, powdery dust, it is a veritable Niagara of giant height, and as it descends towards the forests, it carries with it whatever it finds in its path. Trees are mown down with as much ease as the tender grass of spring. Houses are lifted from the ground and tossed far away.An avalanche is preceded by a blast even more destructive than the masses of snow which it hurls along. ”
