Pahute Trail (Paiute Trail)
The Vanishing American: "Here's our Pahute trail," said Withers, as he dismounted. "It heads in from cross country.... I'm sorry to say you'll have to walk. Climb slow— rest often—and in bad places keep on the up side of your horse." Marian followed, confident and eager, with eyes roving everywhere. What struck her singularly was the fact that, though the immense ascent appeared to be perpendicular, there was really foothold upon its slope…How wonderfully that trail had been worked out, zigzagging the first long slope, then taking to ledge and crack, and then worming from side to side up a break between two craggy capes! It made Marian dizzy to look high at the rim. (Chapter V)
Down Into the Desert: Next day we climbed a barefaced wall that to the inexperienced eye was insurmountable. It looked perpendicular. This trail was indeed an Indian one, never before used by an outfit. Only one white man had ever been over it, and he was Wetherill.
The Vanishing American: "Look out below. Dodge the rocks," yelled Withers from far above her.
The zigzags of the trail had placed him directly over her, and evidently his horse had loosened stones. Marian heard them clattering down, and quickly she chose a shelving portion of wall for protection. The sliding stones passed below her, gathering momentum and more stones on the way, until the sound augmented into rattling roar. Then it ceased.