By the way, you were all reading about that ascent of the Aiguille Verte, the other day?
Cross cleavage, the second in Aiguille Bouchard; straight and sharp.
The holiday dream of five years was accomplished; the Aiguille du Dru was climbed.
From there over twenty-four more pylons a cable one thousand four hundred meters long took us to the foot of the Aiguille.
One lovely day about this time I set out once more to try my hand (or rather my feet) alone upon the Aiguille.
Avalanches thundered incessantly from the Aiguille Verte and the other mountains.
Once the orb appeared behind a rounded mass of snow which lay near the summit of the Aiguille du Midi.
Clouds at first gathered round the Aiguille and Dme du Goter, casting the lower slopes of the mountain into intense gloom.
At the opposite side of the valley was the Aiguille du Dru, with a banneret of snow streaming from its mighty cone.
I have spoken several times of the cloud-flag which the wind wafted from the summit of the Aiguille du Dru.
