Death Ride Through the Andes, Gog and Magog, and Paris Rain

With rods, on roads, he rode through the dipped down dungy mountains; down, and up, and across, and crossings, and crisscrossing, and re-crossing them: riding in the deep shade of the towering ramparts of the Andes alongside the peaked walls; on the other side a steep canyon below; in front of him seemingly impossible and impassable slops, and sheer drops to the watery abyss below. And above, the broad, blaze of the sun, and humming of the wind, and the switch of wings of the condor.