It stood on a very small plot of ground, which formed a sort of projection on a steep mountain side, facing the Jungfrau.
Interlaken,—the Jungfrau,—oh, she is having a glorious time.
Can you imagine a mountain moving off into the sea—the Jungfrau, or Blanc, or Rainier?
For some reason, the Jungfrau seemed quite eager to pay her respects.
He is at the village of Interlaken, enjoying Jungfrau sunsets, and at times watching the Swiss nailers making their nails.
Around them were the great snow mountains—the Jungfrau, the Mnch and the Eiger.
We sat and chatted a while, and then Clara and I went out to look at the Jungfrau.
The final peak of the Jungfrau is now before us, and apparently so near!
People tried for more than a thousand years to get to the top of the Jungfrau before they could succeed.
On the peak of that great Jungfrau of rapture no human foot can long stand.