The Inhabitants Here Have A Superstitious Notion That This Mountain,
Notwithstanding Its Daily Loss, Never Decreases, But Always Keeps
Its Own, And Remains The Same.
My companion told me a shocking history of an inhabitant of
Castleton who laid a wager that he would ascend this steep
precipice.
As the lower part is not quite so steep, but rather slanting
upwards, he could get good hold in this soft loose earth, and
clambered up, without looking round. At length he had gained more
than half the ascent, and was just at the part where it projects and
overlooks its basis. From this astonishing height the unfortunate
man cast down his eyes, whilst the threatening point of the rock
hung over him, with tottering masses of earth.
He trembled all over, and was just going to relinquish his hold, not
daring to move backwards or forwards; in this manner he hung for
some time between heaven and earth, surrounded by despair. However,
his sinews would bear it no longer, and therefore, in an effort of
despair, he once more collected all his strength and got hold of
first one loose stone, and then another, all of which would have
failed him had he not immediately caught hold of another. By these
means, however, at length, to his own, as well as to the
astonishment of all the spectators, he avoided almost instant and
certain death, safely gained the summit of the hill, and won his
wager.
I trembled as I heard this relation, seeing the mountain and the
precipice in question so near to me, I could not help figuring to
myself the man clambering up it.
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