He went bounding down the vast broadside, spring after spring, like an ibex.

He grew small and smaller till he became a bobbing pigmy, away down toward the bottom--then disappeared.
We turned and peered over the other side--forty seconds--eighty seconds -- a hundred--happiness, he is dead already!--two minutes--and a quarter -- "There he goes!" Too true--it was too true.

He was very small, now.
Gradually, but surely, he overcame the level ground.

He began to spring and climb again.

Up, up, up--at last he reached the smooth coating--now for it.