I rushed at the precipice as a cat that is hunted by a dog rushes at a wall.

I clung to its smooth side with my nails, with my toes, with my teeth.

A lion leaped up and tore the flesh of my leg, here, here," and he showed the marks, which we could scarcely see in that dim light.

"He ran back for another spring.

Above me I saw a tiny ledge, big enough for a hawk to sit on--no more.