Grass would not grow there except in summer, and its gray, shingly sides were an eye-sore to its owner.

We sat down on the cliff, and looked around carefully.

Presently F---- said, in a breathless whisper of intense delight, "I see him." In vain I looked and looked, but nothing could my stupid eyes discover.

"Lie down," said F---- to me, just as if I had been a dog.

I crouched as low as possible, whilst F----settled himself comfortably flat on his stomach, and prepared to take a careful aim at the opposite side of the hill.
After what seemed a long time, he pulled his rifle's trigger, and the flash and crack was followed apparently by one of the gray boulders opposite leaping up, and then rolling heavily down the hill.