Whoever has heard such a cry will readily admit that it is far more terrible than any merely human appeal for assistance.
After a few moments it seemed to Henrietta as if a halloo were resounding from the depths below; looking down she perceived by the light of the moon a black shape leaping from rock to rock like a chamois, and gradually approaching the dangerous point where she hung.
Any efforts on this man's part seemed to her impossible.

There was not a single visible gap or crevice in the face of the steep rock by means of which he could scramble up to her; and how could he help her, how could he liberate her, if he did manage to get at her?
Nevertheless the man drew nearer and nearer.

She could by this time make out his goatskin cloak, his high broad cap, the clean shaved face peculiar to the mountain goatherds.

His dexterity was as astonishing as the physical strength, with which he often raised himself on the tips of his toes in order to reach a cleft in the rocks, scarcely visible high above his head; often he could scarce hold on by the tips of his fingers, yet the next moment he would swing himself up with half a hand and, setting his foot in the cleft, look about for a fresh foothold.
About a yard below Henrietta was a projecting piece of rock just large enough for a man's foot to stand upon.

The next moment Henrietta saw the herdsman mount to this place.