Echelles

After having traveled seven days very slow (for we did not change horses, it being impossible for a chaise to go fast in these roads), we arrived at a little village, among the mountains of Savoy, called Echelles; from thence we proceeded on horses, who are used to the way, to the mountain of the Chartreuse.

Seeing Europe with Famous Authors, Volume 4 France and the Netherlands, Part 2 Various 1885

In travelling on the Continent with a friend, during the summer of 1817, we made a pilgrimage to the Grande Chartreuse, reaching it from the side of the Echelles.

Notes and Queries, Number 26, April 27, 1850 Various

This period coincides well with what might have then been required to ascend, as the country was, on the neighbourhood of Grenoble or Echelles; while the ascent to the summit of the Little St Bernard, would not require more than half the time.

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 57, No. 357, June, 1845 Various

They were the traders, merchants, travellers, agents of all kinds in business at the various centres of commerce in the islands and along the coast of Asia Minor, which are known as "Scale" to the Italians and "Echelles" to the French.

The Catholic Encyclopedia, Volume 1: Aachen-Assize 1840-1916 1913

Aoust 27 10 journées pour confectionner les Echelles et les poser.

Ice-Caves of France and Switzerland 1881

Trois-Echelles and Petit-Jean was not proof against all this tumult.

If I Were King Justin McCarthy 1871

Trois-Echelles put a lean finger to his lean chin.

If I Were King Justin McCarthy 1871

Trois-Echelles was the long, cadaverous hangman; Petit-Jean was the stout, droll hangman, but when it came to a push and a pinch, both were hangmen and hung in the same manner, if not with the same manners.

If I Were King Justin McCarthy 1871

Trois-Echelles stopped fumbling his beads and advanced towards her, extending his hand.

If I Were King Justin McCarthy 1871

Trois-Echelles, making gestures of protestation with his head but taking the bottle with his hand none the less, drew a deep draught from its throttle and sighed as sadly as his friend sighed gladly.

If I Were King Justin McCarthy 1871