That was a blazing hot day, and it brought a persistent and persecuting thirst with it.  What an unspeakable luxury it was to slake that thirst with the pure and limpid ice-water of the glacier!  Down the sides of every great rib of pure ice poured limpid rills in gutters carved by their own attrition; better still, wherever a rock had lain, there was now a bowl-shaped hole, with smooth white sides and bottom of ice, and this bowl was brimming with water of such absolute clearness that the careless observer would not see it at all, but would think the bowl was empty.  These fountains had such an alluring look that I often stretched myself out when I was not thirsty and dipped my face in and drank till my teeth ached.  Everywhere among the Swiss mountains we had at hand the blessing—­not to be found in Europe except in the mountains—­of water capable of quenching thirst.  Everywhere in the Swiss highlands brilliant little rills of exquisitely cold water went dancing along by the roadsides, and my comrade and I were always drinking and always delivering our deep gratitude.

But in Europe everywhere except in the mountains, the water is flat and insipid beyond the power of words to describe.  It is served lukewarm; but no matter, ice could not help it; it is incurably flat, incurably insipid.  It is only good to wash with; I wonder it doesn’t occur to the average inhabitant to try it for that.  In Europe the people say contemptuously, “Nobody drinks water here.”  Indeed, they have a sound and sufficient reason.  In many places they even have what may be called prohibitory reasons.  In Paris and Munich, for instance, they say, “Don’t drink the water, it is simply poison.”

Either America is healthier than Europe, notwithstanding her “deadly” indulgence in ice-water, or she does not keep the run of her death-rate as sharply as Europe does.  I think we do keep up the death statistics accurately; and if we do, our cities are healthier than the cities of Europe.  Every month the German government tabulates the death-rate of the world and publishes it.  I scrap-booked these reports during several months, and it was curious to see how regular and persistently each city repeated its same death-rate month after month.  The tables might as well have been stereotyped, they varied so little.  These tables were based upon weekly reports showing the average of deaths in each 1,000 population for a year.  Munich was always present with her 33 deaths in each 1,000 of her population (yearly average), Chicago was as constant with her 15 or 17, Dublin with her 48—­and so on.

Only a few American cities appear in these tables, but they are scattered so widely over the country that they furnish a good general average of city health in the United States; and I think it will be granted that our towns and villages are healthier than our cities.

Here is the average of the only American cities reported in the German tables: