One imprudent move at times would have sent us over the brink.

This destiny met one of our horses.

Belly down in the moving trap, he could not work free to change his direction and so slipped on down with a mass of it until he rolled over the precipice and was lost to us forever.

We heard only the crackling of breaking trees along his road to death.

Then with great difficulty we worked down to salvage the saddle and bags.