It brightened to waning shadow in the wider ascent.

He showed her Balancing Rock, of which he had often told her, and explained its sinister leaning over the outlet.
Shuddering, she looked down the long, pale incline with its closed-in, toppling walls.
"What an awful trail! Did you carry me up here ?" "I did, surely," replied he.
"It frightens me, somehow.

Yet I never was afraid of trails.

I'd ride anywhere a horse could go, and climb where he couldn't.

But there's something fearful here.