The gorge was narrow.

The far walls but a hundred feet away; but we had no quarrel with them for their neighborliness, no! Their solidity, their immutability, breathed confidence back into us.
And after we had found a deep niche capable of holding the entire caravan we filed within, ponies and all, I for one perfectly willing thus to spend the night, let the air at dawn be what it would.

We dined within on bread and tea, and then, tired to the bone, sought each his place upon the rocky floor.

I slept well, waking only once or twice by Chiu-Ming's groanings; his dreams evidently were none of the pleasantest.

If there was an aurora I neither knew nor cared.