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quired for less than two miles of painful though 

 intensely interesting travel. 



It was a day of landslides, just as there 

 are, in the heights, days of snow slides. This 

 excessive saturation after months of drought 

 left cohesion and adhesion but slight hold on 

 these strange sedimentary mixtures. The sur- 

 face tore loose and crawled ; cliffs tumbled. After 

 counting the crash and echoing roar of forty- 

 three fallen cliffs, I ceased counting and gave 

 more attention to other demonstrations. 



On the steeps, numerous fleshy areas crawled, 

 slipped, and crept. The front of a long one had 

 brought up against a rock ledge while the blind 

 rear of the mass pressed powerfully forward, 

 crumpling, folding, and piling the front part 

 against the ledge. At one place an enormous 

 rocky buttress had tumbled over. Below, the 

 largest piece of this, a wreck in a mass of mud, 

 floated slowly down the slope in a shallow, mod- 

 erately tilted gulch. This buttress had been 

 something of an impounding, retaining wall 

 against which loosened, down-drifting materials 

 had accumulated into a terrace. The terrace 



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