There, in one corner, is a little cot bed, with a single pillow, showing at once a privileged member of the family; near its head an ancient wash-stand and a tin wash-basin, and by its side a pail of water, with a tin dipper reposing quietly on its surface.

Last, let us turn to Chamouny that shields With rocks and gloomy woods her fertile fields: 570 Five streams of ice amid her cots descend, And with wild flowers and blooming orchards blend;[Ee]

At last the cot-tage path is reach-ed.