"Doubtless, my reverends, this self-same spear must have persuaded many recusants!" "Nay, the most stubborn," they answered.
"And all afterward quoted as additional authority for the truth of the legend ?" "Assuredly." From the sea to the shrine of this god, the fine valley of Monlova ascends with a gentle gradation, hardly perceptible; but upon turning round toward the water, one is surprised to find himself high elevated above its surface.

Pass on, and the same silent ascent deceives you; and the valley contracts; and on both sides the cliffs advance; till at last you come to a narrow space, shouldered by buttresses of rock.

Beyond, through this cleft, all is blue sky.

If the Trades blow high, and you came unawares upon the spot, you would think Keevi himself pushing you forward with all his hands; so powerful is the current of air rushing through this elevated defile.
But expostulate not with the tornado that blows you along; sail on; but soft; look down; the land breaks off in one sheer descent of a thousand feet, right down to the wide plain below.

So sudden and profound this precipice, that you seem to look off from one world to another.