Our own lives we could save by going back, and sometimes it seemed as if we would perhaps save ourselves the additional sorrow of finding them all dead to do so at once.

I was so nearly in despair that I could not help bursting in tears, and I was not ashamed of the weakness.

Finally Rogers said, "Come Lewis" and I gently pulled the rope, calling the little animal, to make a trial.

She smelled all around and looked over every inch of the strong ledge, then took one careful step after another over the dangerous place.

Looking back I saw Rogers with a very large stone in his hand, ready to "holler" and perhaps kill the poor beast if she stopped.