Everywhere in the corrugated wall were rents and rifts; cliffs stood detached like islands near a shore; yellow crags rose out of green clefts; jumble of rocks, and slides of rim wall, broken into blocks, massed under the promontories.
The singular raggedness and wildness of the scene took hold of me, and was not dispelled until the baying of Sounder and Don roused action in me.

Apparently the hounds were widely separated.

Then I heard Jim's yell.

But it ceased when the wind lulled, and I heard it no more.
Running back from the point, I began to go down.

The way was steep, almost perpendicular; but because of the great stones and the absence of slides, was easy.