Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Excerpt from book: Section 3CHAPTER HI. EAUX-BONNES. To-day is Sunday; the rain pours down incessantly. No getting out to church or chapel, as I had intended. I could do nothing but read my own prayer-book at home, and write. Whether my long walk yesterday, or the shock of seeing the danger I had so narrowly escaped, or the proximity of my bedroom to the rock, and the torrent that dashes down it, or the incessant damp from the rain, has affected me, I know not, but I am very unwell, and suffering from slight cholera. textit{Monday.—Wet weather again, and again I am very unwell ; yet I was so tired of being shut up in my little bedroom, with nothing to look at but a rock covered with shrubs and creepers, all dripping with the rain, that I availed myself of an hour's cessation in the afternoon, and went again to the Promenade Horizontale. I do think mountain scenery is even more beautiful in wet weather than in fine. I never see the clouds veiling a mountain summit without thinking of Horeb, and how the Almighty spoke to Moses out of the cloud. There is something so grand in these processions of grey clouds sweeping across the mountains; and when every now and then they part for a moment, and one sees between them a lovely emerald valley, glittering in the momentary gleam, it seems like a glance into Paradise. Just as I got to the end of the Promenade Horizontale, it began to rain again, the fine, small rain, like mist, that wets one more thoroughly than a driving shower, and it did not cease till I reached thevillage. In front of Madame Courtade's, a Capuchin monk—the first I had seen—was walking up and down, talking to two priests, who were staying in the same house as myself. He was a very tall, handsome man, and his picturesque costume, brown-hooded cloak, and sandalled feet became him greatly. The people of the house told ...