The old man continued:
“The guide that was leading the husband’s horse happened to glance back, and there was that poor young thing sitting up staring out over the precipice; and her face began to bend downward a little, and she put up her two hands slowly and met it—so,—and put them flat against her eyes—so—and then she sank out of the saddle, with a sharp shriek, and one caught only the flash of a dress, and it was all over."
Then after a pause:
“Ah, yes, that guide saw these things—yes, he saw them all. He saw them all, just as I have told you.”
After another pause:
“Ah, yes, he saw them all. My God, that was me. I was that guide!”
This had been the one event of the old man’s life; so one may be sure he had forgotten no detail connected with it. We listened to all he had to say about what was done and what happened and what was said after the sorrowful occurrence, and a painful story it was.