And then I began to climb up the rugged path that led out of the gorge to the hilltops.
There were bones everywhere in it.

Bones and skulls of droves of cattle on all the strand above the tide mark for many score yards.
Their ribs stuck out from the snow everywhere, and the sightless eye sockets grinned at me as I stumbled over them.

But I had no time to wonder how they came there, for I must get to the summit before Evan and his men reached it by their way along the cliff.

I ate handfuls of the snow and quenched my thirst that was growing on me again, and my strength began to come back to me as I hurried upward.

I was a better man when at last I reached the top of the gorge than when I came ashore..