No longer awed or overpowered or oppressed by the sense of physical insignificance in my own person, I could endure to look on the stupendous panorama before me, and could even analyse what I felt.

But before long my pardonable reverie was disturbed by a well-known voice.

The clear tones rang like a trumpet along the mountain-side in a glad shout of welcome.

I turned and saw Isaacs coming quickly towards me, bounding along the edge of the precipice as if his life had been passed in tending goats and robbing eagles' nests.

I, too, moved on to meet him, and in a moment we clasped hands in unfeigned delight at being again together.