But I was stunned, and my right arm was numb for a moment.

When I gathered myself together, instead of being grateful the ledge had not been on the face of Point Sublime--from which I would most assuredly have leaped--I was the angriest man ever let loose in the Grand Canyon.
Of course the cougars were far on their way by that time, and were telling neighbors about the brave hunter's leap for life; so I devoted myself to further efforts to find an outlet.

The niche I had jumped into opened below, as did most of the breaks, and I worked out of it to the base of the rim wall, and tramped a long, long mile before I reached my own trail leading down.

Resting every five steps, I climbed and climbed.

My rifle grew to weigh a ton; my feet were lead; the camera strapped to my shoulder was the world.