But I mean where you can stand on the edge and look down into a great gap thousands of feet deep." "Look round." Nic looked about him, and then back at the bitter-countenanced man.
"What am I to look at ?" "Can't you see the edge of the Bluff ?" The man took a few paces, winding among the low growth, and Nic followed him, to start back directly in alarm.
"Nothing to mind," said the man; but Nic did not see the freedom from danger, and he involuntarily caught hold of a handful of twigs at the top of the nearest bush to steady himself, as he gazed away down into a mighty valley whose sides looked to be sheer and whose bottom was thousands of feet below.

It was like looking down into an open country shut in by a perpendicular wall of mountains where a glittering river ran, and the trees were dwarfed into tiny shrubs, while patches of forest looked like tufts of grass.

The colours were glorious; but for the moment the boy felt nothing but that breathless, shrinking sensation which attacks some people upon a height; and he said huskily: "How horrible!" "Yes," said the man gloomily.

"Right: how horrible!" and he scowled down at the vast depression.
"No, no," cried Nic excitedly.

"How lovely--glorious--grand!" "No," said the man, without turning his head; "how horrible!" "Oh no," cried Nic again.