canyon

Between its Babel towers narrow Nassau Street was like a canyon.

Linda slid down the side of the canyon with the deftness of the expert.

And it's just about ready to start for its very own cave in the canyon.

When they approached the entrance to the canyon, gradually Linda slowed down.

"I can show you where she followed me, straight up the face of the canyon, almost," she said.

An' I found down below there two stones just marked with a picture of the canyon.

I followed with the others round the corner to arrive at the brink of the canyon.

So sure of this was he that he stepped boldly from the canyon's end.

Her eyes were upon the darkening walls of the canyon toward which they were traveling.

Below him the rocks and dirt went steep to the canyon floor.