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climb you came down into a drift and got wet.
Fighting her way forward with hood up and head down and numb hands inside her cloak，Jill had glimpses of other odd things on that horrible tableland—things on her right that looked vaguely like factory chimneys，and，on her left，a huge cliff，straighter than any cliff ought to be. But she wasn’t at all interested and didn’t give them a thought. The only things she thought about were her cold hands（and nose and chin and ears）and hot baths and beds at Harfang.
Suddenly she skidded，slid about five feet，and found herself to her horror sliding down into a dark，narrow chasm which seemed that moment to have appeared in front of her. Half a second later she had reached the bottom. She appeared to be in a kind of trench or groove，only about three feet wide. And though she was shaken by the fall，almost the first thing she noticed was the relief of being out of the wind；for the walls of the trench rose high above her. The next thing she no
