Some climb the dangling grape vines; some clutch the roots of the slanting pine trees; and some find footing in the narrow fissures. Soon the gray rocks and yellow banks are scattered over with them. Ascending the very loftiest pinnacle by the roots of trees and the profuse bushes, the scene was wild, picturesque, and romantic in the extreme. A little below, bristled the points of the rocks with cedars, dwarf pines, and towering hemlocks shooting from the interstices. At one side, through its deep gully, flashed the "Bounding Deer"--the waters pouring in its first deep dark basin, cut in the granite like a goblet, thence twisting down in another bold leap into the second basin. Not a foam flake was on the surface of either sable cup, nothing but the wrinkles produced by the ever circling eddies. Below--past broken edge, grassy shelf, yawning cleft, and jutting ledge, was the broad deep hollow through which the "Deer" (mottled with sunshine and shadow) leaped away to the woods beyond, whilst in the meadow was seen the little "Fawn" tripping along its green banks until lost in the verdure of the valley. Add to these, the glittering tints that had been showered from autumn's treasury, and the effect was complete. But, where are the girls? _"Oui, oui!"_ exclaimed the Count de ----(a French nobleman of illustrious descent, and a most amiable, intelligent, and accomplished gentleman), "where de _demoiselles_--I no see 'em!" "The what?" asked Jobson. "De demoiselles; de--de--what _you_ call 'em, Monsieur Job?" "Girls," answered Jobson. "Non, non, non,--fie, Monsieur Job,--no girl; dey are--a--a--a--" "Ladies, Count, you mean," answered Allthings. "Oui, oui, oui--de ladees--_pas la-bas, pas la-bas!_ They must be--a--a--_noyees_--what you call when you fall _dans l'eau_ and _mourez_--eh?" "Drown," returned Allthings. "Oui, Monsieur Allting--drown." "Sure enough," ejaculated Jobson, looking down through the branches, "the girls are not there! Where can they be?" _"O ciel!--noyees!--noyees!"_ shouted the Count, plunging down the bank. _"Mon Dieu!--ces demoiselles dans les eaux!--au secours!--au secours!"_ The last we saw of the excellent Count he was going down the steep bank on the sliding principle, shouting with all his might, and presenting a rare sight of "ground and lofty tumbling" quite edifying to behold.