noon
After a while they moved on , and as they approached the final short dash of the home-stretch we closed up on them and joined them . Presently we all stood together on the summit ! What a view was spread out below ! Away off under the northwestern horizon rolled the silent billows of the Farnese Oberland , their snowy crests glinting softly in the subdued lights of distance ; in the north rose the giant form of the Wobblehorn , draped from peak to shoulder in sable thunder-clouds ; beyond him , to the right , stretched the grand processional summits of the Cisalpine Cordillera , drowned in a sensuous haze ; to the east loomed the colossal masses of the Yodelhorn , the Fuddelhorn , and the Dinnerhorn , their cloudless summits flashing white and cold in the sun ; beyond them shimmered the faint far line of the Ghauts of Jubbelpore and the Aiguilles des Alleghenies ; in the south towered the smoking peak of Popocatapetl and the unapproachable altitudes of the peerless Scrabblehorn ; in the west-south the stately range of the Himalayas lay dreaming in a purple gloom ; and thence all around the curving horizon the eye roved over a troubled sea of sun-kissed Alps , and noted , here and there , the noble proportions and the soaring domes of the Bottlehorn , and the Saddlehorn , and the Shovelhorn , and the Powderhorn , all bathed in the glory of noon and mottled with softly gliding blots , the shadows flung from drifting clouds . Overcome by the scene , we all raised a triumphant , tremendous shout , in unison . A startled man at my elbow said : `` Confound you , what do you yell like that for , right here in the street ? '' That brought me down to Chamonix , like a flirt .