Hurrying forward he found himself, not, as he had expected, on
the road, but on the top of a high bluff which descended almost
perpendicularly for a hundred feet to a roadway, which was a
welcome sight. Just below him, looking over the edge, he saw that
there was a broad ledge about ten feet down and that, below this
again, the cliff sloped at an acute angle to another narrow ledge,
but below this again there was seemingly nothing but the bare side
of the cliff.
"No use trying to get down that way," he soliloquized. "I'll just
follow along the edge and see where I come out."
Turning, he was about to step back when the earth, where he was
standing, gave way, sliding down to the ledge below and carrying
him with it.
"Goodness!" he cried, picking himself up and shaking off the dirt
with which he was covered. "I wonder what next? Now, how am I
going to get out of this? I doubt if I can get back up there, and
it don't look inviting below."
It was impossible to climb up the side of the cliff, as it was
almost perpendicular, but upon the small ledge below he noticed
that a stunted tree was growing from the rocks.
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