We were at the foot of Mount Blanc in the village of Chammouni. A sad thing had happened the day before. A young physician had determined to reach the heights of Mount Blanc. He accomplished the feat and the little village was illuminated in his honor; on the mountainside a flag was floating that told of his victory.
After he had ascended, and descended as far as the hut, he wanted to be released from his guide; he wanted to be free from the rope, and insisted on going on alone. The guide was compelled to yield. The young man had gone only a short distance when his foot slipped on the ice and he could not stop himself from sliding down the icy steeps. The rope was gone, so the guide could not hold him nor pull him back.
The bells had been rung, the village had been illuminated in honor of his success; but alas, in a fatal moment he refused to be guided; he was tired of the rope.
Do you get tired of the rope? God*s providences hold us, restrain us, and we get tired sometimes. We need a guide, and shall until the dangerous paths are over. Never get disengaged from your guide.