The ride through here was short, though slow.

Lucy always had time to adjust her faculties for the overpowering contrast these lower regions presented.
Long before she reached the end of the gorge she heard the sullen thunder of the river.

The river was low, too, for otherwise there would have been a deafening roar.
Presently she came out upon a lower branch of the canyon, into a great red-walled space, with the river still a thousand feet below, and the cliffs towering as high above her.

The road led down along this rim where to the left all was open, across to the split and peaked wall opposite.

The river appeared to sweep round a bold, bulging corner a mile above.