This spur is one of the few points from which the mass of the Mont Cervin is in anywise approachable.
Behind us Mont Cervin gathered the clouds more thickly round him, until finally his grand obelisk was totally hidden.
My first object was to reach some spot commanding, as nearly as might be, the lateral profile of the Mont Cervin.
Mont Cervin beckons to his brother, the gigantic Finsteraarhorn, across tracts of liquid ether.
This ice-field spreads out as an almost level plain at the base of Mont Cervin.