I worked up this ravine between the hills until I thought that I might try and cross over the edge of the white sandy cliff. I selected a point where, by straining the eyes I thought I could see the black tops of trees or bushes which must be growing at the bottom, and letting myself down on the soft face, to the edge, further without' hesitation dropped down. It might have been 50 or even 100 feet or more to the bottom, but as a matter of fact it was only about 10 feet at most, and I collapsed on soft moist turf, where I lay for some time completely exhausted. Realizing suddenly that dawn would soon appear, I clambered out of the narrow ditch, to find that in front of me was a hill, almost similar to the first, equally steep if not steeper, with the same almost impenetrable jungle of rhododendrons and, in addition, great boulders round whose perpendicular faces it was necessary to work one's way very slowly and carefully. At that moment
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