Ortler

We were directly under the shadow of the Ortler, with its twelve thousand feet of rock and ice.

The Ortler was transfigured, the Madatsch dazzling—almost blinding until our eyes had grown wonted to the brilliant spectacle.

Pastor Ortler was still the same, preaching to his little flock, and giving freely of his means, his wife only slightly older.

A multitude of mountains raised their crowns towards heaven, while above all rose the snow-white cone of the Ortler.