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Throwing one last defiant glare at the Great Eyrie , I followed my companions . The return was effected without great difficulty . We had only to slide down where we had so laboriously scrambled up . Before five o'clock we descended the last slopes of the mountain , and the farmer of Wildon welcomed us to a much needed meal . `` Then you did n't get inside ? '' said he . `` No , '' responded Mr. Smith , `` and I believe that the inside exists only in the imagination of our country folk . ''