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in its two burned fingers.
At that point his etheric sight began to function, and he could see the guide leading the party up by the route he promised to avoid, and W., who was to be the last on the rope, alone and detached from it. He could see, moreover, the guide drinking secretly from his bottle of Madeira, and eating of the chicken which should have been Bertrand's lunch.
He then rose higher and higher, and could see his wife, who was not to arrive till next day, and four other people in a carriage on their way to Lucerne, stopping at an hotel in Lungren.
Then suddenly he began to descend, and he felt a shock as if someone was hauling the "balloon" down, as the guide, who had returned, rubbed his stiff limbs with snow.
"When I reached my body again," he says, "I had a last hope — the balloon seemed much too big for the mouth.
Suddenly I uttered an awful roar, like a wild beast; the corpse swallowed the balloon, and Bertrand was Bertrand again.
The guide assured him that he was almost frozen to death, but he replied: "I was less dead than you are now, and the proof is that I saw you going up the Titlis by the right instead of by the left as you promised me. Now show me my bottle of Madeira and we will see if it is full." To the guide's astounded stammering, the other continued: "You may fall down and stare at me as much as you please, but you cannot prove that my chicken has two legs as you stole one of them." When at the end of the day they reached the inn, the guide told everyone that the Captain must surely be the devil himself
At that point his etheric sight began to function, and he could see the guide leading the party up by the route he promised to avoid, and W., who was to be the last on the rope, alone and detached from it. He could see, moreover, the guide drinking secretly from his bottle of Madeira, and eating of the chicken which should have been Bertrand's lunch.
He then rose higher and higher, and could see his wife, who was not to arrive till next day, and four other people in a carriage on their way to Lucerne, stopping at an hotel in Lungren.
Then suddenly he began to descend, and he felt a shock as if someone was hauling the "balloon" down, as the guide, who had returned, rubbed his stiff limbs with snow.
"When I reached my body again," he says, "I had a last hope — the balloon seemed much too big for the mouth.
Suddenly I uttered an awful roar, like a wild beast; the corpse swallowed the balloon, and Bertrand was Bertrand again.
The guide assured him that he was almost frozen to death, but he replied: "I was less dead than you are now, and the proof is that I saw you going up the Titlis by the right instead of by the left as you promised me. Now show me my bottle of Madeira and we will see if it is full." To the guide's astounded stammering, the other continued: "You may fall down and stare at me as much as you please, but you cannot prove that my chicken has two legs as you stole one of them." When at the end of the day they reached the inn, the guide told everyone that the Captain must surely be the devil himself
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