The sea-dogs, which had been brought for the purpose of conveying back
the body, were now ordered to return, and the forward march continued.
My guide had rejoined the other Leaders of the expedition, assigning me
to the care of the rearmost of the troop, beside whom I went forward,
keeping up the pace with difficulty, but afraid to fall behind, and
aware from the thought which combined us that there was still much
ground to be covered before the darkness lifted. When I had continued
for about half-an-hour, during which some miles must have been covered
at the rapid trot which was maintained without alteration upon the level
surface, a knowledge of my exhaustion must have entered the mind of my
neighbour, for I found a small webbed hand passed into mine, and with it
a thrill of nervous energy that enabled me to continue, till we shortly
turned to the left, and took a rough uphill path, on which we slackened
to a walk, and were soon climbing over rough boulders, and up sharp
ascents where hand and knee were needed.
For a mile, perhaps two, we continued up this arduous way, at times with
a glimpse, right-hand, of a gorge of black forbidding precipices,
silvered in the moonlight, but most often with sight of little beyond
the immediate rocks among which we clambered.
Then we became aware that a high wall of overhanging cliff confronted
us, into which those who led us had disappeared already, and, guided by
my companion’s hand, I entered a narrow gulley, whether natural or
artificial I cannot say, but which extended for many miles through the
mountains. It was not more than five feet wide from wall to wall. A
narrow line of sky showed its stars, where the gulley opened on the
mountain slope some hundreds of feet above us.
We emerged at last at a great height, on an open slope, on which trees
grew, but not thickly. They were tall and somewhat slender, silver-grey
in the moonlight, as a poplar shows its leaves when the wind lifts them.
Here we continued a long time, going forward, as I thought, not
directly, but keeping always where the trees were thickest. Once, far
below, we had a view of the gorge from which we climbed, narrow here,
but opening out to seaward many miles away, a vision of mysterious and
incredible beauty which the next step ended.
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