They went up the mountain side and to the edge of the great fall and watched the waters thunder down, though the crest of them they could not reach.

Next they wandered off into the huge forests that clothed the slopes of the hills and there halted and ate.

Then as the sun sank they returned to the gloomy Bonsa-Town beneath them.
For Alan, notwithstanding his weakness and anxieties, it was a heavenly day.

The Asika was passive, some new mood being on her, and scarcely troubled him at all except to call his attention to a tree, a flower, or a prospect of the scenery.

Here on the mountain side, too, the air was sweet, and for the rest--well, he who had been so near to death, was escaped for an hour from that gloomy home of bloodshed and superstition, and saw God's sky again.
This journey was the first of many.