It was an absolutely safe place, but Beaman and Clem feared the crag might break off with me, and they compelled me to come back to relieve their minds.

Seldom does one have such a chance to see below as well as I could there.

The long, narrow mountain stretched off to the west, seeming not more than a half-mile wide, and split open for its whole length by the river, which has washed its canyon longitudinally through it.

In all directions were mountains, canyons, and crags in bewildering profusion.
When Beaman had ended his labours we started down the cliffs with his apparatus.

This was the terror of the party.