Not wishing to frighten her, I called out some reassuring word in Spanish, and to show that she was not frightened, as were her male protectors, she seized a big stone and raising it defiantly over her head, awaited my approach.

As I passed, I waved her an adieu and then she dropped the stone and fled up the mountain followed by her goats.
"All day I picked my way cautiously along, using every energy to avoid the varied shaped boulders which filled the river.

At one time I appeared to shoot down a very steep hill.

I was hemmed in by huge rocks that rose like a high wall on either side and there was no possible way to get out.

The thought struck me that I was going into some subterranean passage, the perpendicular walls seeming to close in and swallow up the entire river.