I saw that the place where I had spent the night was only a little oasis of green at the base of one of the grimmest corries the imagination could picture.

It was as desert as Damaraland.

I noticed, too, how sharply the cliffs rose from the level.

There were chimneys and gullies by which a man might have made his way to the summit, but no one of them could have been scaled except by a mountaineer.
I was feeling better now, with all the frowsiness washed out of me, and I dried myself by racing up and down the heather.

Then I noticed something.