There were inaccessible ledges that haunted her with their remote fastnesses.

How wonderful would it be to get there, rest there, if that were possible! But only eagles could reach them.

There were places, then, that the desecrating hands of man could not touch.
The dark caves were mystically potent in their vacant staring out at the world beneath them.

The crumbling crags, the toppling ledges, the leaning rocks all threatened to come thundering down at the breath of wind.

How deep and soft the red color in contrast with the green! How splendid the sheer bold uplift of gigantic steps! Carley found herself marveling at the forces that had so rudely, violently, and grandly left this monument to nature.
"Well, old Fifth Avenue gadder!" called a gay voice.