Now I remembered the dream that I had dreamed, and I would see if it were all a dream.

So I rose, and leaving the cave, found a place where I might climb up to the breasts and head of the stone Witch.

I climbed, and as I went the rays of the sun lit upon her face, and I rejoiced to see them.

But, when I drew near, the likeness to the face of a woman faded away, and I saw nothing before me but rugged heaps of piled-up rock.

For this, Umslopogaas, is the way of witches, be they of stone or flesh--when you draw near to them they change their shape.
"Now I was on the breast of the mountain, and wandered to and for awhile between the great heaps of stone.