point in his
diary, the Cambridge fellows _did_ turn up. They had, indeed, been out
searching the hills from very early morning for the wanderer. As he did
not arrive the night before at Wastdale, they had concluded he had given
up the ascent, and returned to Dungeon Ghyl. But when early that
morning a guide had come over from Dungeon Ghyl, and reported that the
young gentleman had certainly not returned there, the two 'Varsity men
became alarmed, and turned out to search. There was no sign of him on
the Wastdale side of the mountain; and, getting more and more alarmed,
they went on to the summit. There they discovered a crushed-up _Daily
News_ and two or three stained pages of a guide-book. Glad of any clue,
they followed the track down towards Dungeon Ghyl, and at last came upon
the poor fellow, fairly exhausted with hunger, fatigue, and rheumatism.
They gave him what partially revived him, and then with the care and
tenderness of two big brothers carried him down the steep side of Rosset
Ghyl, and so on to the hotel. There they kept him under their special
care, day and night, and never left him till he was well enough to
return home to his anxious family.

Since then Bartholomew Bumpus has made several ascents of Scafell Pike,
but he has never again, I believe, stayed up there all night to see the
sunrise. Nor has he, when he could possibly help it, gone up
unaccompanied by at least one Cambridge fellow.

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.

VERY MUCH ABROAD.

_Being the impressions of foreign travel, communicated chiefly to a
particular friend by Thomas Hooker, minor, of Rugby, during the course
of a Continental tour in France and Switzerland in the company of his
brother, James Hooker, major, also of Rugby_.

London, _July_ 31.

Dear Gus,--Here's a spree! The pater's got an idea into his head that
young fellows ought to see something of foreign parts, and store their
minds with the beauties of Nature in her grandest--I forget what--
anyhow, we backed him up; and Jim and I are to start abroad on our own
hooks on Friday. How's that for luck? The pater has settled what
hotels we go to in Paris and Switzerland, and he's sketched out a route
for us every day we're away. The grind is, he's awfully particular we
should write home every day and keep accounts. Jim will have to do
that, and I'll keep you up. It really is a very good thing for fellows
to travel and expand their minds, you know. We're starting fr