They rolled and bumped and cut into me, and I sustained many a bruise trying to protect the sinewy slender legs of my horse.

The descent ended without serious mishap.
Snake Gulch had a character and sublimity which cast Nail Canyon into the obscurity of forgetfulness.

The great contrast lay in the diversity of structure.

The rock was bright red, with parapet of yellow, that leaned, heaved, bulged outward.

These emblazoned cliff walls, two thousand feet high, were cracked from turret to base; they bowled out at such an angle that we were afraid to ride under them.