We were entirely successful, though the waves broke over my head till they almost took my breath away.

The walls reached a height of twenty-five hundred feet, seeming to us almost perpendicular on both sides.

It was the narrowest deep chasm we had yet seen, and beneath these majestic cliffs we ourselves appeared mere pigmies, creeping about with our feeble strength to overcome the tremendous difficulties.

The loud reverberation of the roaring water, the rugged rocks, the toppling walls, the narrow sky, all combined to make this a fearful place, which no pen can adequately describe.

Another day the Major and I climbed out, reaching an altitude, some distance back from the brink, 3135 feet above the river.