We looked up toward one of those bare strips called in that region, slides.

Amid this loose earth, these yielding stones, and these abrupt rocks there was no roadway.
Harry Horn said to his comrade, "It will not be easy." "Perhaps impossible," responded Bruck.
Their comments caused me secret uneasiness.

If I returned without even having scaled the mountain, my mission would be a complete failure, without speaking of the torture to my curiosity.

And when I stood again before Mr.Ward, shamed and confused, I should cut but a sorry figure.
We opened our knapsacks and lunched moderately on bread and cold meat.

Our repast finished, in less than half an hour, Mr.Smith sprang up eager to push forward once more.