"Gorges and ravines of problematical depth intersect the way, and the crude wooden bridges always seem of dubious safety."

"Other traditions tell of foul odours near the hill-crowning circles of stone pillars, and of rushing airy presences to be heard faintly at certain hours from stated points at the bottom of the great ravines..."

"… even in the brightest sunlight a kind of quiet dread and portent seemed to hover about the strangely domed hills and the deep, shadowy ravines of the stricken region. " -- The Dunwich Horror