Rudy had never been so far away before; he had never trodden on the wide-spreading ocean of snow that lay here with its immovable billows, from which the wind blows off the snowflake now and then, as it cuts the foam from the waves of the sea. The glaciers stand here so close together it might almost be said they are hand-in-hand; and each is a crystal palace for the Ice Maiden, whose power and will it is to seize and imprison the unwary traveller.
The sun shone warmly, and the snow sparkled as if covered with glittering diamonds. Numerous insects, especially butterflies and bees, lay dead in heaps on the snow. They had ventured too high, or the wind had carried them here and left them to die of cold.
Around the Wetterhorn hung a feathery cloud, like a woolbag, and a threatening cloud too, for as it sunk lower it increased in size, and concealed within was a "fohn," fearful in its violence should it break loose. This journey, with its varied incidents,- the wild paths, the night passed on the mountain, the steep rocky precipices, the hollow clefts, in which the rustling waters from time immemorial had worn away passages for themselves through blocks of stone,- all these were firmly impressed on Rudy's memory.
In a forsaken stone building, which stood just beyond the seas of snow, they one night took shelter. Here they found some charcoal and pine branches, so that they soon made a fire. They arranged couches to lie on as well as they could, and then the men seated themselves by the fire, took out their pipes, and began to smoke. They also prepared a warm, spiced drink, of which they partook and Rudy was not forgotten- he had his share. Then they began to talk of those mysterious beings with which the land of the Alps abounds; the hosts of apparitions which come in the night, and carry off the sleepers through the air, to the wonderful floating town of Venice; of the wild herds-man, who drives the black sheep across the meadows. These flocks are never seen, yet the tinkle of their little bells has often been heard, as well as their unearthly bleating. Rudy listened eagerly, but without fear, for he knew not what fear meant; and while he listened, he fancied he could hear the roaring of the spectral herd. It seemed to come nearer and roar louder, till the men heard it also and listened in silence, till, at length, they told Rudy that he must not dare to sleep. It was a "fohn," that violent storm-wind which rushes from the mountain to the valley beneath, and in its fury snaps asunder the trunks of large trees as if they were but slender reeds, and carries the wooden houses from one side of a river to the other as easily as we could move the pieces on a chess-board. After an hour had passed, they told Rudy that it was all over, and he might go to sleep; and, fatigued with his long walk, he readily slept at the word of command.
Very early the following morning they again set out. The sun on this day lighted up for Rudy new mountains, new glaciers, and new snow-fields. They had entered the Canton Valais, and found themselves on the ridge of the hills which can be seen from Grindelwald; but he was still far from his new home. They pointed out to him other clefts, other meadows, other woods and rocky paths, and other houses. Strange men made their appearance before him, and what men! They were misshapen, wretched-looking creatures, with yellow complexions; and on their necks were dark, ugly lumps of flesh, hanging down like bags. They were called cretins. They dragged themselves along painfully, and stared at the strangers with vacant eyes. The women looked more dreadful than the men. Poor Rudy! were these the sort of people he should see at his new home?
2.走向新的家
洛狄现在八岁了。他的叔父住在伦河区高山的另一边。他想把这孩子接回去，让他受点教育，以便将来能够自立。外祖父觉得这样做很有道理，所以就让这孩子回去了。
洛狄现在要告别了。除了外祖父外，他还得跟许多别的人辞行。他最先跟老狗阿约拉辞行。
“你的父亲是一个赶邮车的，而我是一只邮车狗，”阿约拉说。“我们总是一道来回地旅行;所以我认识山那边的一些狗和山那边的一些人。我不习惯于多讲话，不过以后我们彼此谈话的机会既然不多，我倒可以比平时多讲几句。我告诉你一个故事。它在我心里藏了很久，我也想了很久。我不大懂得它的意义，你也一定不会懂得，不过这没有什么关系。我只懂得这一点：无论就狗来说，或就人来说，世界上的好东西都分配得不太平均。不是所有的狗生下来就有福气躺在人膝上或是吃牛奶的。我从来就没有过这样的福气。不过我看见过一只哈叭狗，他居然坐在一部邮车里，占着一个人的位置。他的女主人——也可以说他是她的主人吧——带着一个奶瓶给他喂奶。她还给他糖果吃，但是他却不喜欢吃，只是把鼻子嗅了几下，结果她自己把糖果吃掉了。我那时正跟着邮车在泥巴里跑，饿得简直没有办法。我想来想去，觉得这实在太不公平——但是不公平的事情却多着呢!我希望你也能坐在人的膝上，在马车里旅行一下。可是一个人却不是想什么就能做什么的。我从来就没有做到过，不管我叫也好，嗥也好。”