gone-a

Updated: June 2, 2025

The last I saw of him he was still standing there, quite disgruntled, and evidently intending to write to the directors about it. Arriving at the top, I looked eagerly down. The cliff fell away at an impossible angle, but sheer below ran out a narrow bench fifty yards wide. Around the point of the hill to my right-where the herd had gone-a game trail dropped steeply to this bench.

Stewart Edward White - The Land of Footprints