Bernard Capes, At a Winter's Fire — Black Venn (1899)
“ It was a cliff now, twenty, thirty feet to its base. The lower ground had fallen like a dead jaw; had slipped—none so great a distance—down the slope leading to the under-cliff, and lay a billowing mass subsided upon itself.De Jussac would stand not an instant."We must climb down—somehow, anyhow!" he cried feverishly. "We must search all along what was once the bottom of the cleft.""It is a risk, sir. Why not wait till the morning?""No, no! now! My God! I demand it. Others may forestall us if we delay. ”
