The Door in the Wall And Other Stories


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equally steep, but behind the snow in the gully he found a sort of  
chimney-cleft dripping with snow-water, down which a desperate man  
might venture. He found it easier than it seemed, and came at last  
to another desolate alp, and then after a rock climb of no  
particular difficulty, to a steep slope of trees. He took his  
bearings and turned his face up the gorge, for he saw it opened out  
above upon green meadows, among which he now glimpsed quite  
distinctly a cluster of stone huts of unfamiliar fashion. At times  
his progress was like clambering along the face of a wall, and  
after a time the rising sun ceased to strike along the gorge, the  
voices of the singing birds died away, and the air grew cold and  
dark about him. But the distant valley with its houses was all the  
brighter for that. He came presently to talus, and among the rocks  
he noted--for he was an observant man--an unfamiliar fern that  
seemed to clutch out of the crevices with intense green hands. He  
picked a frond or so and gnawed its stalk, and found it helpful.  
About midday he came at last out of the throat of the gorge  
into the plain and the sunlight. He was stiff and weary; he sat  
down in the shadow of a rock, filled up his flask with water from  
a spring and drank it down, and remained for a time, resting before  
he went on to the houses.  
They were very strange to his eyes, and indeed the whole  
aspect of that valley became, as he regarded it, queerer and more  
unfamiliar. The greater part of its surface was lush green meadow,  
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