All Heroes But One 



my left round to a point in front of me. The inter 

 vening canon might have been a half mile wide, and 

 it might have been ten miles. I had become disgusted 

 with judging distance. The slope above this second 

 wall facing me ran up far above my head; it fairly 

 towered, and this routed all my former judgments, 

 because I remembered distinctly that from the rim 

 this yellow and green mountain had appeared an 

 insignificant little ridge. But it was when I turned 

 to gaze up behind me that I fully grasped the 

 immensity of the place. This wall and slope were 

 the first two steps down the long stairway of the 

 Grand Canon, and they towered over me, straight 

 up a half-mile in dizzy height. To think of climbing 

 it took my breath away. 



Then again Sounder s bay floated distinctly to me, 

 but it seemed to come from a different point. I 

 turned my ear to the wind, and in the succeeding 

 moments I was more and more baffled. One bay 

 sounded from below, and next from far to the right; 

 another from the left. I could not distinguish voice 

 from echo. The acoustic properties of the amphi 

 theater beneath me were too wonderful for my com 

 prehension. 



As the bay grew sharper, and correspondingly 

 more significant, I became distracted, and focused a 

 strained vision on the canon deeps. I looked along 



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