Presently she tied the bridle she was leading him by to the end of her own lasso, and thus let him drop back a few yards, which lessened the King's fretting.
Intent on the trail, Lucy failed to note time or distance till the looming and frowning monuments stood aloft before her.

What weird effect they had! Each might have been a colossal statue left there to mark the work of the ages.

Lucy realized that the whole vast valley had once been solid rock, just like the monuments, and through the millions of years the softer parts had eroded and weathered and blown away--gone with the great sea that had once been there.

But the beauty, the solemnity, the majesty of these monuments fascinated her most.

She passed the first one, a huge square butte, and then the second, a ragged, thin, double shaft, and then went between two much alike, reaching skyward in the shape of monstrous mittens.