Descending again to the hotel, we partook of a capital lunch, of which the “pie de mars,” or ringed ousel—a bird of migratory habits, little known in our isles (except in a few parts of Scotland), but considered a great delicacy here—formed a part. After this, Miss Blunt once again devoted herself to the Pyrenean puppy, till the carriage came round and we took our departure.
CHAPTER IV
ARGELES.
Road v. Rail—Scenes, sublime and ridiculous—Hotel d’Angleterre— Questions and “The Argeles Shepherd’s Reply”—A forbidden path—The ride to Ges, Serres, Salluz, and Ourous—Argeles church—Route Thermale—Ges—The tree in the path—“A regular fix”—Serres—” It’s a stupid foal that doesn’t know its own mother “—A frothing stream—A fine view—Pigs in clover—Salluz—Ourous—Contented villagers—The high road—The bridge on the Pierrefitte road— Advice to sketchers—“Spring’s Bitters and Sweets”—The “witch of the hills”—Large green lizards—“Jeannette’s Lamb”—Round the Argeles valley—Chateau de Beaucens—Villelongue—Soulom—The old church—Hotel de la Poste, Pierrefitte—St. Savin—The verger and the ancient church—Cagots—“The Organ’s Tale”—St. Savin’s tomb— The Chateau de Miramont—Jugged izard—Market-day—Sour bread and the remedy—Arrival of the first parcel.
Although the railway line takes very nearly the same route as the carriage road, the drive is decidedly preferable, and when it can be undertaken for ten francs—as in our case—there is little to choose between the modes of conveyance on the score of cheapness, especially as a landau can carry a very fair quantity of luggage. We considered ourselves amply repaid for our choice as we wound underneath the rocky crags and by the side of the river, anon ascending the curve of a small hill with the fresh fields below, a little church or ivied ruin standing out on the mountain-side, and high above all, the snowy summits so majestic and so intensely white. There was occasionally a ridiculous side to the picture too, when we put a flock of sheep in