As an aid to climbing, as well as to give me some means of
protection, I broke a stout and rather heavy branch from one of the
mountain trees, the wood of which was harder than any that I had seen
growing in the lowlands. To roam a strange and savage world armed
only with a wooden stick seemed to me the height of rashness, but
there was no alternative until the time arrived when I might find the
materials with which to fashion more formidable weapons. I had in
mind a bow and arrows and was constantly on the lookout for wood
which I considered adapted to the former, and I also determined to
forego my cane for a spear whenever the material for the making of
one came to hand. I had little time, however, for such things, as it
seemed that when we were not sleeping we were constantly upon the
move, Nah-ee-lah becoming more and more impatient to find her native
city as the chances for so doing lessened—and it seemed to me that
they were constantly lessening. While I was quite sure that she had
no more idea where Laythe lay than I, yet we stumbled on and on and
on, through the most stupendous mountain ranges that the mind of man
can conceive, nor ever, apparently, did Nah-ee-lah discover a single
familiar landmark upon which to hang a shred of hope that eventually
we might come upon Laythe.
I never saw such a sanguine and hopeful person as Nah-ee-lah. It was
her constant belief that Laythe lay just beyond the next mountain, in
spite of the fact that she was invariably mistaken—which seemed never
to lessen the exuberance of her enthusiasm for the next guess—which I
knew beforehand was going to be a wrong guess.
Once just after we had rounded the shoulder of a mountain we came
upon a little strip of level land clinging to the clung precariously
to the side of a perpendicular cliff. And so I stood there waiting,
my feeble stick grasped in both hands. Just what I expected to do
with it I scarcely knew until the side of a mighty peak. I was in the
lead—a position which I tried always to take when it was not
absolutely necessary for Nah-ee-lah to go ahead in order to find a
trail. As I came around the shoulder of the mountain, and in full
sight of the little level area, I was positive that I saw a slight
movement among some bushes at my right about halfway along one side
of the little plain.
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