“Him big hill, heap high.”
“Is the lake on the other side of it?” Bob asked.
“Lake on top, ’bout two three mile long.”
“How big is it?”
“Him no heap big. Mebby one mile long.”
As they neared the top their way became more and more steep, as the trees gave way to large rocks and cliffs, many of them so steep that they were obliged to make long detours to get around them.
“I’d call this a big hill,” Jack panted, as he pulled himself up by a bush.
“More like a mountain,” Rex declared.
“We near top now. Better keep heap still,” Kernertok cautioned.
“Mum’s the word,” Bob whispered.