Montanvert [Montenvers]. Sunday Dearest Mother. I think Moll, to whom I've just written may be in Ireland, so I will send you a line too to let you know my moves. I am glad to learn from your pc that Papa is prospering. I have been seriously hindered by weather. On Friday night we had rain here and snow on the hills and all big things were out of the question for Saturday. Accordingly the Broomes, Herr v Waldhausen and I upped and went over a little snow col, the Col des Grand Montets which leads onto the very magnificent Glacier de L'Argentiere. We had a good deal of mist but it was on the whole pleasant weather and we dawdled along and had big meals on the glaciers. Herr von W. turned back on the top, we went on down the other side to a place called Lognan where we lunched, strolling home along the pine clad hillside. We were about 11 hours out and felt that we had earned our living, which was all that cd be done yesterday. Mr B. is a good soul, but terribly boring. Today I have been thoroughly idle and I mean not to move a finger till tomorrow evening when, if the weather holds (it looks better) I shall again attempt the Dru. There is a nice English boy called Brodrick, very long in the leg. I think we may combine later over the Reguin which is a very fine rock climb. Oh dear! we do talk mountain! nothing but mountain - it's deadly! but I'm enjoying myself and I'm learning more of the business, under Fuhrer's able tuition. He's as pleased as Punch and says I'm as good as any man, I may mention, and from what I see of the capacities of the ordinary mountaineer, I think I am. Are the Marshalls coming and what are their exact dates? I rather hanker after the Matterhorn and must try to fit it in. I'm perfectly well. Ever your affectionate daughter Gertrude
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