At first I did not seem to think; my faculties were benumbed; only the pure sensorial instinct of the savage who sees, but does not feel, made me take note of the abyss.

Not one of our party had ever seen the canyon from this side, and not one of us said a word.

But Clarke kept talking.
"Wild place this is hyar," he said.

"Seldom any one but horse wranglers gits over this far.

I've hed a bunch of wild pintos down in a canyon below fer two years.