1:40 P.M.
Nothing but two hundred feet of easy snow remained to be surmounted . The higher we rose , the more intense became the excitement . The slope eased off , at length we could be detached , and Croz and I , dashed away , ran a neck-and-neck race , which ended in a dead heat . At 1:40 P.M. , the world was at our feet , and the Matterhorn was conquered ! The others arrived . Croz now took the tent-pole , and planted it in the highest snow . `` Yes , '' we said , `` there is the flag-staff , but where is the flag ? ''