When the first moment of surprise had passed, our adventurers turned towards each other with glances that spoke2 something more than disappointment. Notwithstanding the number of times that the kite had failed to fix itself, still it had once taken a fast hold, and it was but reasonable to suppose it would have done so again. Besides, there were other places where the precipice3 was as low, and even lower, than where they had made the trials; and at some of these they might have been more successful. Indeed, there was every probability that, had they not lost that kite, they would have been able in due time to have climbed out of their rock-bound prison by a ladder of rope; but now all chance of doing so was gone for ever—swept off by a single puff4 of wind.
You may be fancying, that the misfortune was not irremediable. Another kite, you will be saying, might be constructed out of similar materials as those used in making the one carried away. But to say this, would be to speak without a full knowledge of the circumstances.
The same thought had already passed through the minds of our adventurers, when they perceived that the kite they were flying was getting torn and otherwise damaged.
“We can easily make another,” suggested Caspar at that crisis.
“No, brother,” was the answer of Karl; “never another, I fear. We have paper enough left to patch this one; but not enough to make another.”
“But we can make more paper, can we not?” urged Caspar, interrogatively.
“Ah!” again replied Karl, with a negative shake of the head, “no more—not another sheet!”
“But why? Do you think there are no more daphne trees?”
“I think there are not. You remember we stripped all there were in the thicket5; and since then, thinking we might need more bark, I have gone all through the valley, and explored it in every direction, without meeting with a single shrub6 of the daphne. I am almost certain there are none.”
This conversation between the brothers had occurred, long before the losing of the kite. When that event came to pass, it was not necessary for them to repeat it; and, both being thus acquainted with the fact that it was impossible for them to construct another, they felt that they had sustained an irreparable loss.
In what direction had the kite been carried off? Might it not be blown along the line of cliffs, and tossed back again into the valley?
As there appeared some probability that such a chance might arise, all three ran outward from the rocks—in order to command a better view of the precipice, on each side.
For a long time they stood watching—in hopes that they might see the great paper-bird returning to the scene of its nativity. But it never came back; and they became at length convinced, that it never would. Indeed, the direction of the wind—when they paused to consider it—rendered the thing not only improbable, but impossible. It was blowing from the cliffs, and towards the snowy ridge7. No doubt the kite had been carried up the sloping acclivity; and had either passed clear over the mountains, or become lodged8 in some deep defile9, where the wind could no longer reach it. At all events, it was certain, that both kite and cord were lost to them for ever.
“Ach! how very unfortunate!” exclaimed Caspar, in a vexed10 tone, when they had finally arrived at this conviction. “What ill-starred luck we have, to be sure!”
“Nay! brother,” remarked Karl, in a tone of reproval; “do not chide11 Fortune for what has happened just now. I acknowledge it is a great misfortune; but it is one for which we may justly blame ourselves, and only ourselves. By sheer negligence12 we have lost the kite, and along with it, perhaps, the last chance of regaining13 our liberty.”
“Yes, you speak truly,” rejoined Caspar, in a tone of mingled14 regret and resignation. “It was our fault, and we must suffer for it.”
“But are you quite sure, brother Karl,” resumed he, after a pause, and referring to the conversation that had already passed between them—“are you quite sure there are no more of these paper-bearing trees?”
“Of course,” replied the plant-hunter, “I am not positive—though I fear it is as I have said—that there are no more. It will be easy for us to determine the point, by making a complete exploration of the valley. It may be that something else might turn up which would answer the purpose equally as well. There is a birch-tree indigenous15 to the Himalaya mountains, found both in Nepaul and Thibet. Its bark can be stripped off in broad flakes16 and layers, to the number of eight or ten—each almost as thin as common paper, and suitable for many purposes to which paper is usually applied17.”
“Do you think it would do for a kite?” inquired Caspar, without waiting for Karl to finish his explanation.
“I am sure of it,” replied the botanist18. “It would serve even better than the daphne paper; and had I believed there was a chance of finding it here, I should have preferred it to that. But I do not think we shall find it. I have observed no species of birch; and I know that this one, like most of the Betulaceae, affects a much colder climate than there is in this valley. Likely enough, it grows on the mountains above; but there it is out of our reach. Could we reach it there, we should not need to be robbing it of its manifold envelope. But let us not despair,” added Karl, endeavouring to appear cheerful; “perhaps it may be found growing down here; or, if not, we may still find another grove19 of the daphne trees. Let us proceed on and search!”
Karl was far from being sanguine20 in either conjecture21; and it was as well for him that he was not: for after a minute and careful exploration of the valley—which occupied nearly three whole days—neither the wished-for birch, nor the desired daphne trees—nor any other material out of which a kite might be manufactured—rewarded their search.
It was of no use, therefore, to think any longer of a kite; and the subject was at length dismissed from their minds.

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