Carley, clutching her support, with abated breath and prickling skin, gazed in fascinated suspense over the rim of the gorge.

Sometimes the wheels on that side of the vehicle passed within a few inches of the edge.

The brakes squeaked, the wheels slid; and she could hear the scrape of the iron-shod hoofs of the horses as they held back stiff legged, obedient to the wary call of the driver.
The first hundred yards of that steep road cut out of the cliff appeared to be the worst.

It began to widen, with descents less precipitous.

Tips of trees rose level with her gaze, obstructing sight of the blue depths.
Then brush appeared on each side of the road.