"That shows something queer! This slide seldom cracks into fissures,
but when it does it means trouble. If that crevice goes down very deep
it shows unusual warmth underneath. And that may move this upper
section of ice-field any time, thus creating an awful land-slide, don't
you see?"
"Oh, mercy! Let's hurry back!" cried Barbara, wheeling her horse
immediately.
"It isn't likely to occur as quickly as that, Bob," said Anne,
soothingly. Then turning to Polly, said: "But this slide is said to be
stationary."
"It _has_ moved, but so seldom that folks never fear it. I know
something about land-slides after living in Pebbly Pit for fourteen
years, and even a little slide at the lava cliffs causes an awful
destruction, so I can picture what this gigantic slide would do if it
ever got started down!"
"You said it happened when Montresor's Mine was buried?" reminded
Eleanor.
"Yes, a small one then, and it may happen again, so we won't stay
another moment," begged Barbara, from a distance.
"It's all right at present, Bob, and I'm going to see if the chasm runs
along very far," returned Polly, riding Noddy away from the girls.
Anne and Eleanor watched the blinding peak where clouds drifted lazily
about so that the top of the crest was visible only now and then. At
such times, the sun flashed upon the ice and reflected myriad colors as
in a rainbow.
"Isn't it just beautiful!" sighed Anne.
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