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Gentleman's Magazine 1902 part 2 p.421
way to the narrow belt of grass by the tarn's outlet. The
crag was now close at hand, and they eagerly scanned its
fifteen-hundred-feet sheer face. A fault in the rock,
cleaving it from base well-nigh to summit, was the point of
attack they had selected, and they climbed up the scree to
its lowest point. At the foot of the crag the rope was
adjusted, and Bate led up a narrow gully, which a few yards
above seemed to lose itself in the wall of rock.
The toilers gradually climbed up till the ravine narrowed,
and the gully was blocked above by a huge cornice. Here
footholds must continue either to right or left - it might
mean a perilous hand-traverse across the face of the cliff,
but having warmed to their work this peril could not daunt
them. The rock above was virgin, human foot had not yet been
placed on it; hence its conquest, after so many failures
would be a feat.
Hour after hour the pair laboured on, trying anew grip here,
or a tiny foothold there, till one with less patience might
have judged the attempt a failure. Meanwhile the whole
aspect was changing. In the west the misty blue had deepened
into blackness, the light of the sun was sensibly diminished
as the veil of mists extended, the glinting of the ripples
on the tarn beneath ceased, and the bleak slopes around
looked still more depressing. The minutes passed, and the
storm-hiss on the moor above was succeeded by a distant
mutter of thunder. Though this change was perfectly well
known to them, they did not speak of it to each other.
"Stop?" queried Bate, "dinner-time."
Graves spragged a leg crossways the gully and looked up.
"Ay! Is there a ledge handy?"
"No, two good toe-grips here, and another pair higher up.
Shall I get to 'em?"
Very cautiously Jem Bate continued his scramble; his knees
outspread could now touch both sides of the crack; arm
pressure had to be lifting power. At last he succeeded in
reaching the point he had spoken of, and prepared to give a
helping haul to his companion. The position which he was
forced to stand in was very uncomfortable, his shoulders
were bent by the hanging mass above; so he looked around for
an easier position. A narrow gap close above promised a
little, and into it he crawled; it was a drain-like crack
scoring the base of the pinnacle. Crag-instinct pointed to
the possibilty of this traverse continuing into a higher
gully, and this hope was strengthened by the tiny stream
trickling down. In a few words Jem conveyed the discovery to
Graves, who was eating his lunch twenty feet below.
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