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More Science From an Easy Chair
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PLATES
| I. | Consecutive Poses of the Galloping Horse | 27 |
| II. | Various Representations of the Gallop | 29 |
| III. | Representations of the Gallop | 31 |
| IV. | The Track of the Rising Moon | 49 |
| V. | Three Figures—Lord Lansdowne, Mr. Lloyd George, and Mr. Asquith | 52 |
| VI. | Teeth of the Upper and Lower Jaw of Man | 108 |
| VII. | Teeth of the Upper and Lower Jaw of the Gibbon | 110 |
| VIII. | Votary or Priestess of the Goddess to whom Snakes were Sacred | 188 |
| IX. | Fresco Drawing of Two Female Acrobats | 190 |
MORE SCIENCE FROM AN EASY CHAIR
CHAPTER I
A DAY IN THE OBERLAND
I am writing in early September from Interlaken, one of the loveliest spots in Europe when blessed with a full blaze of sunlight and only a few high-floating clouds, but absolutely detestable in dull, rainy weather, losing its beauty as the fairy scenes of a theatre do when viewed by dreary daylight. It is the case of the little girl of whom it is recorded that "When she was good she was very good, and when she was not she was horrid." This morning, after four days' misconduct, Interlaken was very good. The tremendous sun-blaze seemed to fill the valleys with a pale blue luminous vapour, cut sharply by the shadows of steep hill-sides. Here and there the smoke of some burning weeds showed up as brightest blue. Far away through the gap formed in the long range of nearer mountains, where the Lütschine Valley opens into the vale of Interlaken, the Jungfrau appeared in full majesty, absolutely brilliant and unearthly. So I walked towards her up the valley. Zweilütschinen is the name given to the spot where the valley divides into two, that to the left leading up to Grindelwald, under the shadow of the Mönch and the Wetterhorn, that to the right bringing one to Lauterbrünnen and the Staubbach waterfall, with the snow-fields of the Tchingel finally closing the way—over which I climbed years ago to Ried in the Loetschen Thal.
The autumn crocus was already up in many of the closely trimmed little meadows, whilst the sweet scent of the late hay-crop spread from the newly cut herbage of others.
At Zweilütschinen, where the white glacier-torrent unites with the black, and the milky stream is nearly as cold as ice, and is boiling along over huge rocks, its banks bordered with pine forest, I came upon a native fishing for trout. He was using a short rod and a weighted line with a small "grub" as bait. He dropped his line into the water close to the steep bank, where some projecting rock or half-sunk boulder staved off the violence of the stream. He had already caught half-a-dozen beautiful, red-spotted fish, which he