. Ah yes, the English so many of them. Ulrich Grunwalder turned away from her and looked into the distance towards the Matterhorn. "They were the first, you know. They were very keen to climb our famous mountain Then all the others followed the Americans, the Germans. It was an exciting time to be young. The old man sat perfectly still, his hands resting on his walking stick in front of him, his thoughts re living his memories. Clare felt very comfortable with his silence. She too could imagine how exciting it must have been for a young Zermatter to meet all those people from foreign lands places that people from a small mountain village might never even have heard of She could also imagine that these people from the outside world must have disturbed the traditional way of life and brought changes that were not welcomed by everyone. Do you know anything about this Englishman's body they've just recovered?" asked Clare, breaking the silence Herr Grunwalder answered her slowly, "I've heard something about it. His name was Edward Crowe. He died in 1924 on that mountain,' said Clare pointing to the Matterhorn. "Did you know him? 'No there were so many.' He then raised himself to his feet with the help of his stick and walked away.