It looked a mile high.

The few trees along its bold rampart resembled short spear-pointed bushes outlined against the steel gray of sky.

Ledges, caves, seams, cracks, fissures, beetling red brows, yellow crumbling crags, benches of green growths and niches choked with brush, and bold points where single lonely pine trees grew perilously, and blank walls a thousand feet across their shadowed faces--these features gradually took shape in Carley's confused sight, until the colossal mountain front stood up before her in all its strange, wild, magnificent ruggedness and beauty.
"Arizona! Perhaps this is what he meant," murmured Carley.

"I never dreamed of anything like this....

But, oh! it overshadows me--bears me down! I could never have a moment's peace under it." It fascinated her.