Summary

Various,  Punch, or the London Charivari…

“ There is ever a certain pathos about discarded articles of apparel: a baby's outgrown shoe, a girl's forgotten glove, an abandoned bowler; but the situation of this boot, thus high uplifted towards the eternal stars, gave to it a mystery, a grandeur, a sublimity that held me long in contemplation.
How came it there?
The path that winds up that grey mountain is rough; its harsh stones and remorseless gradients take toll of leather as of flesh.
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Source: Gutenberg

Various,  Punch, or the London Charivari…

“ Yet half a sole and a sound upper are better than no boot; and what climber but would postpone till after his descent the discarding of his damaged footgear?
Could it be, I asked myself, the relic and evidence of an inhuman crime? Was it possible that some party of climbers, arriving at the top lunchless and desperately hungry, had sacrificed their plumpest, disposing of his clothes over the cliff, but failing to hole out with this tell-tale boot?
But no, I bethought me of the price of leather. They would have reserved the boots, even at the risk of suspicion.
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Source: Gutenberg

Various,  Punch, or the London Charivari…

“ Who shall plumb the depths of the affection of a true pedestrian for his boots, the companions and comfort of so many a pilgrimage? Who but the climber, the hill-tramp, knows the pang of regret with which he faces at last the truth that his favourite boots are past repair, the sorrow and self-reproach with which he permits them to be consigned to Erebus? ”
Source: Gutenberg

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