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Examination of my position showed how impossible it was to arrive at any clear idea of the depth or size； or condition of the canyon slopes from the main rim wall above。 The second walla stupendous； yellow…faced cliff two thousand feet highcurved to my left round to a point in front of me。 The intervening canyon 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 Canyon； 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 amphitheater beneath me were too wonderful for my comprehension。
As the bay grew sharper； and correspondingly more significant； I became distracted； and focused a strained vision on the canyon deeps。 I looked along the slope to the notch where the wall curved and followed the base line of the yellow cliff。 Quite suddenly I saw a very small black object moving with snail…like slowness。 Although it seemed impossible for Sounder to be so small； I knew it was he。 Having something now to judge distance from； I conceived it to be a mile； without the drop。 If I could hear Sounder； he could hear me； so I yelled encouragement。 The echoes clapped back at me like so many slaps in the face。 I watched the hound until he disappeared among broken heaps of stone； and long after that his bay floated to me。
Having rested； I essayed the discovery of some of my lost companions or the hounds； and began to climb。 Before I started； however； I was wise enough to study the rim wall above； to familiarize myself with the break so I would have a landmark。 Like horns and spurs of gold the pinnacles loomed up。 Massed closely together； they were not unlike an astounding pipe…organ。 I had a feeling of my littleness； that I was lost； and should devote every moment and effort to the saving of my life。 It did not seem possible I could be hunting。 Though I climbed diagonally； and rested often； my heart pumped so hard I could hear it。 A yellow crag； with a round head like an old man's cane； appealed to me as near the place where I last heard from Jim； and toward it I labored。 Every time I glanced up； the distance seemed the same。 A climb which I decided would not take more than fifteen minutes； required an hour。
While resting at the foot of the crag； I heard more baying of hounds； but for my life I could not tell whether the sound came from up or down； and I commenced to feel that I did not much care。 Having signaled till I was hoarse； and receiving none but mock answers； I decided that if my companions had not toppled over a cliff； they were wisely withholding their breath。
Another stiff pull up the slope brought me under the rim wall； and there I groaned； because the wall was smooth and shiny； without a break。 I plodded slowly along the base； with my rifle ready。 Cougar tracks were so numerous I got tired of looking at them； but I did not forget that I might meet a tawny fellow or two among those narrow passes of shattered rock； and under the thick； dark pinyons。 Going on in this way； I ran point…blank into a pile of bleached bones before a cave。 I had stumbled on the lair of a lion and from the looks of it one like that of Old Tom。 I flinched twice before I threw a stone into the dark…mouthed cave。 What impressed me as soon as I found I was in no danger of being pawed and clawed round the gloomy spot； was the fact of the bones being there。 How did they come on a slope where a man could hardly walk？ Only one answer seemed feasible。 The lion had made his kill one thousand feet above； had pulled his quarry to the rim and pushed it over。 In view of the theory that he might have had to drag his victim from the forest； and that very seldom two lions worked together； the fact of the location of the bones as startling。 Skulls of wild horses and deer； antlers and countless bones； all crushed into shapelessness； furnished indubitable proof that the carcasses had fallen from a great height。 Most remarkable of all was the skeleton of a cougar lying across that of a horse。 I believedI could not help but believe that the cougar had fallen with his last victim。
Not many rods beyond the lion den； the rim wall split into towers； crags and pinnacles。 I thought I had found my pipe organ； and began to climb toward a narrow opening in the rim。 But I lost it。 The extraordinarily cut…up condition of the wall made holding to one direction impossible。 Soon I realized I was lost in a labyrinth。 I tried to find my way down again； but the best I could do was to reach the verge of a cliff； from which I could see the canyon。 Then I knew where I was； yet I did not know； so I plodded wearily back。 Many a blind cleft did I ascend in the maze of crags。 I could hardly crawl along； still I kept at it； for the place was conducive to dire thoughts。 A tower of Babel menaced me with tons of loose shale。 A tower that leaned more frightfully than the Tower of Pisa threatened to build my tomb。 Many a lighthouse…shaped crag sent down little scattering rocks in ominous notice。
After toiling in and out of passageways under the shadows of these strangely formed cliffs； and coming again and again to the same point； a blind pocket； I grew desperate。 I named the baffling place Deception Pass； and then ran down a slide。 I knew if I could keep my feet I could beat the avalanche。 More by good luck than management I outran the roaring stones and landed safely。 Then rounding the cliff below； I found myself on a narrow ledge； with a wall to my left； and to the right the tips of pinyon trees level with my feet。
Innocently and wearily I passed round a pillar…like corner of wall； to come face to face with an old lioness and cubs。 I heard the mother snarl； and at the same time her ears went back flat； and she crouched。 The same fire of yellow eyes； the same grim snarling expression so familiar in my mind since Old Tom had leaped at me； faced me here。
My recent vow of extermination was entirely forgotten and one frantic spring carried me over the ledge。
Crash！ I felt the brushing and scratching of branches； and saw a green blur。 I went down straddling limbs and hit the ground with a thump。 Fortunately； I landed mostly on my feet； in sand； and suffered no serious bruise。 But I was stunned； and my right arm was numb for a moment。 When I gathered myself together； instead of being grateful the ledge had not been on the face of Point Sublimefrom which I would most assuredly have leapedI was the angriest man ever let loose in the Grand Canyon。
Of course the cougars were far on their way by that time； and were telling neighbors about the brave hunter's leap for life； so I devoted myself to further efforts to find an outlet。 The niche I had jumped into opened below； as did most of the breaks； and I worked out of it to the base of the rim wall； and tramped a long； long mile before I reached my own trail leading down。 Resting every five steps； I climbed and climbed。 My rifle grew to weigh a ton； my feet were lead； the camera strapped to my shoulder was the world。 Soon climbing meant trapeze worklong reach of arm； and pull of weight； high step of foot； and spring of body。 Where I had slid down with ease； I had to strain and raise myself by sheer muscle。 I wore my left glove to tatters and threw it away to put the right one on my left hand。 I thought many times I could not make another move； I thought my lungs would burst； but I kept on。 When at last I surmounted the rim； I saw Jones； and flopped down beside him； and lay panting； dripping； boiling； with scorched feet； aching limbs and numb chest。
〃I've been here two hours；〃 he said； 〃and I knew things were happening below； but to climb up that slide would kill me。 I am not young any more； and a steep climb like this takes a young heart。 As it was I had enough work。 Look！〃 He called my attention to his trousers。 They had been cut to shreds； and the right trouser leg was missing from the knee down。 His shin was bloody。 〃Moze took a lion along the rim； and I went after him with all my horse could do。 I yelled for the boys； but they didn't come。 Right here it is easy to go down； but below； where Moze started this lion； it was impossible to get over the rim。 The lion lit straight out of the pinyons。 I lost ground because of the thick brush and numerous trees。 Then Moze doesn't bark often enough。 He treed the lion twice。 I could tell by the way he opened up and bayed。 The rascal coon…dog climbed the trees and chased the lion out。 That's what Moze did！ I got to an open sp