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To my amazement, I saw the doctor preparing to pitch camp. It was inexplicable imbecility. Shouts 
produced no effect and there was nothing for it but for me to go down. He had chosen a bivouac on 
bare ice, where there was hardly sufficient level ground to pitch the tents, but it was too late to 
pack up again, so I had to make the best of it. I asked him the reason for his extraordinary conduct. 
He replied that there was a rumour that I had broken my leg on a moraine. This was as antecedently 
unlikely as anything could possibly be; and anyhow he could see perfectly well with his own eyes 
that I had done nothing of the sort; and thirdly, if I had done it, all the more reason for coming to 
my assistance. I began to think there was something seriously wrong with the man. 
On the top of this, there was bad news from the rearguard. Righi sent up bitterly quarrelsome 
messages. His antics had made all sots of trouble with the coolies, who were at one time in open 
revolt. Pache managed to get them into good humour again. He was a gentleman; he understood 
the oriental mind instinctively. He was, in fact, making extremely good. As soon as he saw that 
Righi was half insane with the fear that comes to people of his class in the absence of a chattering 
heard of his fellows, and in the presence of the grandeur of nature, he assumed moral charge of 
him. The difficulties with the rearguard disappeared immediately. Unfortunately, I did not 
understand at the time what was happening, o I should have gone down and sent Righi back to his 
kitchen. Pache himself did not realize his own importance and took it upon himself to come up. The 
moment his back was turned, Righi became insane. 
Everyone had passed a most uncomfortable night at the absurd bivouac. I decided to go no further 
than Camp 3 the next day. Tartarin was abosoutely astonished that the men which whom he had 
been having such trouble behaved quite simply and naturally as soon as I was on the spot. He 
claimed that they had positively refused to go further, but they picked up their loads and strolled 
cheerfully up the slopes without so much as a word of admonition. 
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Not understanding the secret of my power, though he had seen it exercised so often by Eckenstein 
and myself, he imagined that I must be terrorizing the men by threats and beatings. In point of fact, 
I never struck a man during the entire expedition, save on one occasion to be described presently. 
Camp 3 was extremely pleasant. It afforded magnificent views in every direction and one had one's 
choice of sun or shade. I spent the day in taking advantage of the amenities of the situation. I took 
pains to fix up an excellent shelter for the men by means of large tarpaulins, and saw to their 
comfort in every way. We had even the advantage of song, for the camp was a haunt of small birds. 
Its height cannot have been far short of eighteen thousand feet. 
It was urgent that the march to Camp 4 should be started at the earliest glimmer of light, for 
though the route lay almost entirely over rock, there were a few short snow passages which would 
become dangerous after sunrise, and the hanging glacier on our left might conceivably discharge 
some of its superfluous snow across one or two points of the route. I explained these points 
carefully to the men, who were for the most part quite intelligent enough to understand. Moreover, 
they were already aware of the general principles, a number o them having already travelled, if not 
on glaciers, at least on winter snow. They were eager to start; but Tartarin deliberately hindered 
them. I had awakened at three o'clock and got them off by six. It had not been a cold night, none of 
the men showed any signs of suffering or made any complaint, but the doctor said that they ought 
to be allowed to warm themselves thoroughly in the sun before starting. He suggested that the 
march should begin at about eleven o'clock. These were the words of sheer insanity. Even on Chogo 
Ri, where the nights were really cold, no such nonsense had ever been suggested. 
I led at once on to the glacier. There was no difficulty of any sort; the snow being in excellent 
condition, it merely required a little scraping and stamping. But at the point where it becomes 
necessary to take the rocks on the right so as not to be under a small patch of séracs, the slope is in 
the direction the the tremendous precipice previously described. It was there that I gave an 
exhibition of glissading. I do not think the men would have been afraid at all if the excited shouts 
and gesticulations of Reymond and the doctor had not demoralized them. These celebrated climbers 
were themselves actually afraid for their own skins. And this, if you please, on a slope down which I