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so completely exhausted, that, without looking roundme, I fell down upon the snow, and was asleep in aninstant. I never knew the charm before of thatmysterious and brief repose, which ancient peopleterm “ forty winks.” Six or seven minutes of deadslumber was enough to restore the balance of myideas; and when Tairraz awoke me, I was once moreperfectly myself. And now I entered into the fulldelight that the consciousness of our success broughtwith it. It was a little time before 1 could look atanything steadily. I wanted the whole panoramacondensed into one point; for, gazing at Geneva andthe Jura , I thought of the plains of Lombardy behindme ; and turning round towards them, my eye imme-diately wandered away to the Oberland , with itshundred peaks glittering in the bright morning sun.There was too much to see, and yet not enough: Imean, the view was so vast that, whilst every pointand valley was a matter of interest, and eagerlyscanned, yet the elevation was so great that all detailwas lost. What I did observe I will endeavour torender account of—not as a tourist might do, who,planting himself in imagination on the Mont Blanc ofKeller’s map or Mr. Auldjo’s plan, puts down all thepoints that he considers might be visible, but just asthey struck me with an average traveller’s notion ofSwitzerland .