Some played along the shelving ledge That beetled o'er the river's edge; Some gazed in meditation deep Upon the water's fearful leap; Some went below, to crawl about Behind the fall, that shooting out Left space where they might safely stand And view the scene so wild and grand. Some climbed the trees of cedar kind, That o'er the rushing stream inclined, To find a seat, to swing and frisk And bend the boughs at fearful risk; Until the rogues could dip and lave Their toes at times beneath the wave. Still more and more would venture out In spite of every warning shout. At last the weight that dangled there Was greater than the tree could bear. And then the snapping roots let go Their hold upon the rocks below, And leaping out away it rode Upon the stream with all its load! Then shouts that rose above the roar Went up from tree-top, and from shore, When it was thought that half the band Was now forever leaving land. It chanced, for reasons of their own, Some men around that tree had thrown A lengthy rope that still was strong And stretching fifty feet along. Before it disappeared from sight, The Brownies seized it in their might, And then a strain for half an hour Went on between the mystic power Of Brownie hands united all, And water rushing o'er the fall. But true to friends the Brownies strained, And inch by inch the tree was gained. Across the awful bend it passed With those in danger clinging fast, And soon it reached the rocky shore With all the Brownies safe once more. And then, as morning showed her face, The Brownies hastened from the place. [Illustration] [Illustration] THE BROWNIES' GARDEN. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration]