The acoustic properties of the amphitheater beneath me were too wonderful for my comprehension.
As the bay grew sharper, and correspondingly more significant, I became distracted, and focused a strained vision on the canyon deeps.

I looked along the slope to the notch where the wall curved and followed the base line of the yellow cliff.

Quite suddenly I saw a very small black object moving with snail-like slowness.

Although it seemed impossible for Sounder to be so small, I knew it was he.

Having something now to judge distance from, I conceived it to be a mile, without the drop.