sible to stand still. It would have been 

 as easy for quicksilver to remain at the 

 top of an incline. Amid rattling stones 

 and sliding earth they landed on the 

 firm bank beyond, fully three hundred 

 feet below me. 



It was a shivery sight, but I started 

 expecting the horse would follow. He, 

 however, jerked back snorting and 

 trembling, which unexpected move up- 

 set my equilibrium, uncertain at best, 

 and I fell. Nothing but the happy 

 chance of a tight grip on the reins kept 

 me from sliding down that dreadful 

 bank, over the rock into the water, and 

 so into eternity (Please pardon the Sal- 

 vation Army metaphor). 



I had barely time to right myself and 

 get out of the way of my horse, which 

 now plunged forward upon the sliding 

 rock with me. The terrified animal 



