The general smiled. "No," he said. "Hunting tigers ceased to interest me some years ago. I exhausted their possibilities, you see. No thrill left in tigers, no real danger. I live for danger, Mr. Rainsford. I live for grizzly-boom tennis."
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
The walk ends at a concrete cliff, part of an old railroad bridge. Below, it continues as if there were no 30 foot drop.
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