Toby earnestly conjured me to continue the ascent, assuring me that a
little more exertion would bring us to the summit, and that then in
less than five minutes we should find ourselves at the brink of the
stream, which must necessarily flow on the other side of the ridge.
“Do not,” he exclaimed, “turn back, now that we have proceeded thus
far; for I tell you that neither of us will have the courage to repeat
the attempt, if once more we find ourselves looking up to where we now
are from the bottom of these rocks!”
I was not yet so perfectly beside myself as to be heedless of these
representations, and therefore toiled on, ineffectually endeavouring to
appease the thirst which consumed me, by thinking that in a short time
I should be able to gratify it to my heart’s content.
At last we gained the top of the second elevation, the loftiest of
those I have described as extending in parallel lines between us and
the valley we desired to reach. It commanded a view of the whole
intervening distance; and, discouraged as I was by other circumstances,
this prospect plunged me into the very depths of despair. Nothing but
dark and fearful chasms, separated by sharp crested and perpendicular
ridges as far as the eye could reach. Could we have stepped from summit
to summit of these steep but narrow elevations we could easily have
accomplished the distance; but we must penetrate to the bottom of every
yawning gulf, and scale in succession every one of the eminences before
us. Even Toby, although not suffering as I did, was not proof against
the disheartening influences of the sight.
But we did not long stand to contemplate it, impatient as I was to
reach the waters of the torrent which flowed beneath us. With an
insensibility to danger which I cannot call to mind without shuddering,
we threw ourselves down the depths of the ravine, startling its savage
solitudes with the echoes produced by the falling fragments of rock we
every moment dislodged from their places, careless of the insecurity of
our footing, and reckless whether the slight roots and twigs we
clutched at sustained us for the while, or treacherously yielded to our
grasp. For my own part, I scarcely knew whether I was helplessly
falling from the heights above, or whether the fearful rapidity with
which I descended was an act of my own volition.
[Illustration: AT LAST WE GAINED THE TOP OF THE SECOND ELEVATION]
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