above him up to the branches and held fast, while the avalanche rolled past at a distance of a few yards; but the rush of air broke the trees and bushes all around like reeds, and cast the fragments down, and left Rudy pressed to the earth. The tree-stem to which he had held was broken, and the top flung to a distance; there, among the broken branches, lay uncle, his head crushed; his hand was still warm, but you would not know his face. Rudy stood pale and trembling; it was the first shock in his life, the first time he had felt horror.
“WRITE A LETTER FOR ME TO THE LORD CHRIST.”It was late when he brought the tidings of death to what was now a sorrowful home. The wife was speechless and tearless until they brought the body home, then her grief broke forth. The unfortunate crétin hid himself in his bed, nor did they see him all the next day; but in the evening he came to Rudy.
“Write a letter for me! Saperli cannot write! Saperli can go with the letter to the post!”
“A letter from thee?” exclaimed Rudy. “And to whom?”
“To the Lord Christ!”
“What do you mean?”
And the half-idiot, as they called the crétin, cast a pathetic glance at Rudy, folded his hands, and said solemnly and slowly:
“Jesus Christ! Saperli wishes to send a letter to ask Him that Saperli may lie dead, and not the man in this house.”
And Rudy took him by the hand. “That letter would not go there! that letter would not bring him back.”
But it was impossible for Rudy to make him understand,
“Now thou art the support of the house,” said the widow, and Rudy became so.
IV
BABETTE
HO is the best shot in the canton of Vallais? Even the chamois knew. “Take care of Rudy's shooting!” they said. “Who is the handsomest huntsman?” “Rudy is!” said the maidens, but they did not say, “Take care of Rudy's shooting!” nor did their serious mothers say so either; he nodded to them as lightly as he did to a young girl; for he was brave and joyous, his cheeks were brown, his teeth sound and white, and his eyes coal-black and sparkling; he was a handsome fellow, and not more than twenty. The ice-cold water did not hurt him in swimming; he swam like a fish, could climb better than any other man, could hold fast like a snail to the walls of rock, for his muscles and sinews
