Chapter 107

Tired finally of indicting a pursuit that appeared to guarantee no achievement, we directed our concentration toward the honest redirections, which were extended till the moon, transcending the sparkling snows of the mountain ridges, projected the

shadow of the house of God steeple across the commercial center.

The white light silvered the interesting peaks, was reflected from the precious stone sheets of numerous a casement, also, blending with the glare of the lights conveyed by a portion of the group, delivered a beautiful and heartfelt outcome.

The sweet chimes of the church ringers, chiming forward the quarters, cautioned the individuals that 12 PM was drawing near, and continuously the crowd started to scatter.

Mirroring their model my uncle and I coordinated our strides back home.

Gatherings of laborers and shepherds passed us on the way, some singing merrily, others twisting with their horns the pleasant "Ranz des Vaches." As we went to stop the street for the mountain-way,
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