Chapter 39

           BythemiddleofJanuaryIhadabeardandthewinterhadsettledintobrightcolddaysandhardcoldnights.Wecouldwalkontheroadsagain.Thesnowwaspackedhardandsmoothbythehay-sledsandwood-sledgesandthelogsthatwerehauleddownthemountain.Thesnowlayoverallthecountry,downalmosttoMontreux.ThemountainsontheothersideofthelakewereallwhiteandtheplainoftheRhoneValleywascovered.WetooklongwalksontheothersideofthemountaintotheBainsdel’Alliaz.Catherineworehobnailedbootsandacapeandcarriedastickwithasharpsteelpoint.Shedidnotlookbigwiththecapeandwewouldnotwalktoofastbutstoppedandsatonlogsbytheroadsidetorestwhenshewastired.

           TherewasaninninthetreesattheBainsdel’Alliazwherethewoodcuttersstoppedtodrink,andwesatinsidewarmedbythestoveanddrankhotredwinewithspicesandlemoninit.Theycalleditglühweinanditwasagoodthingtowarmyouandtocelebratewith.Theinnwasdarkandsmokyinsideandafterwardwhenyouwentoutthecoldaircamesharplyintoyourlungsandnumbedtheedgeofyournoseasyouinhaled.Welookedbackattheinnwithlightcomingfromthewindowsandthewoodcutters’horsesstampingandjerkingtheirheadsoutsidetokeepwarm.Therewasfrostonthehairsoftheirmuzzlesandtheirbreathingmadeplumesoffrostintheair.Goinguptheroadtowardhometheroadwassmoothandslipperyforawhileandtheiceorangefromthehorsesuntilthewood-haulingtrackturnedoff.

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