"Well, the squatter there, who was a kind o' guide, did
what he could to dispersuade her, but all to no purpose;
go she would, and a headstrong woman and a runaway hoss
are jist two things it's out of all reason to try to
stop; The only way is to urge 'em on, and then, bein'
contr_ary_ by natur', they stop of themselves.

"'Well,' sais the guide, 'if you will go, marm, do take
this pike staff, marm,' sais he; (a sort of walkin'-stick
with a spike to the eend of it), 'for you can't get either
up or down them slopes without it, it is so almighty
slippy there.' So she took the staff, and off she sot
and climbed and climbed ever so far, till she didn't look
no bigger than a snowbird.

"At last she came to a small flat place, like a table,
and then she turned round to rest, get breath, and take
a look at the glorious view; and jist as she hove-to, up
went her little heels, and away went her stick, right
over a big parpendicular cliff, hundreds and hundreds,
and thousands of feet deep. So deep, you couldn't see
the bottom for the shadows, for the very snow looked
black down there. There is no way in, it is so steep,
but over the cliff; and no way out, but one, and that
leads to t'other world. I can't describe it to you,
though. I have see'd it since myself. There are some
things too big to lift; some, too big to carry after they
be lifted; and some too grand for the tongue to describe
too. There's a notch where dictionary can't go no farther,
as well as every other created thing, that's a fact.