All Heroes But One 



vaulted dome I had named St. Marks. As I started, 

 a new and unexpected after-feature of the storm 

 began to manifest itself. The sun being warm, even 

 hot, began to melt the snow, and under the trees a 

 heavy rain fell, and in the glades and hollows a fine 

 mi:t blew. Exquisite rainbows hung from white- 

 tipped branches and curved over the hollows. Glis 

 tening patches of snow fell from the pines, and broke 

 the showers. 



In a quarter of an hour, I rode out of the forest to 

 the rim wall on dry ground. Against the green 

 pifions Frank s white horse stood out conspicuously, 

 and near him browsed the mounts of Jim and Wal 

 lace. The boys were not in evidence. Concluding 

 they had gone down over the rim, I dismounted and 

 kicked off my chaps, and taking my rifle and camera, 

 hurried to look the place over. 



To my surprise and interest, I found a long sec 

 tion of rim wall in ruins. It lay in a great curve 

 between the two giant capes ; and many short, sharp, 

 projecting promontories, like the teeth of a saw, over 

 hung the canon. The slopes between these points of 

 cliff were covered with a deep growth of pifion, 

 and in these places descent would be easy. Every 

 where 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 



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