[Illustration: A WATERFALL IN THE WOODS] They heard the coach rattle briskly away up the road, and the depot-master stamping around inside. He came out presently, and after locking the front door approached them. “Expectin’ some one to meet ye?” he asked. He was a stout figured man, with a smooth, round, good-natured face that won the boys’ confidence at once. “No,” John said, “we don’t know any one about here. We came on a little camping trip. You see in Boston there are horse-cars running every which way that take you anywhere you want to go, and I s’pose we’ve got so used to them that we never thought of having any trouble in getting to the place we wanted to go to, though this is out in the country.” “Oh, ye came from Boston, did ye? I kinder thought ye was city fellers. Guess ye’ll find horse-cars in these parts about as scarce as hen’s teeth--just about. Whare was ye thinkin’ of goin’, anyhow?” “We were going to Rainbow Falls.” “Rainbow Falls? Well, now, you’ve got me. I do’no’ as I ever heared of ’em. Where be they?” Harry whipped out his circular. “Why, here they are,” he said. “See! right here under this heading, ‘Nature’s Attractions in the Drives about Groveland,’” and he pointed to the line underscored with red ink. [Illustration: A PANORAMA HILLS AND VALLEYS] The station agent set down the two lanterns he had in his hand and drew a spectacle case from his vest pocket. “Sho,” said he, when he got his glasses adjusted, “‘Rainbow Falls,’ so ’tis. ‘Surroundings exceedingly beautiful and rheumatic’--er, no, it’s _ro_mantic it says, I guess; the letters is blotted a little. Seventy feet high, it says. Well, now, I don’t know what that is, unless it’s the falls over at Jones’ holler. The hotel folks have gone and put a new-fangled name onto it, I guess. There never’s been any ‘rainbow’ about it that I’ve ever heared of.” “Is it a good place to camp out, should you think?” asked John. “Well, yes; pretty good, if you like it,” was the reply. “Now, if you fellers want to get up there to-night, there’s some houses up the road here a few steps, and I presume ye can hire some one to get ya up there if ye want to.” [Illustration: A PASTURE GROUP] “How far is it?” Harry asked. “I should say it was five miles or something like that,” said the man; and he walked off down the track. “Now,” said John, “we must wake up. I see no signs of houses, but we’ll follow up the road.” The result was that a short walk brought them to a little group of habitations, and they accosted a farmer boy who was weeding in a garden and made known their wants. He would take them up, he said, if his folks would let him. “How much would you charge?” asked Harry. “Well, I do’no’,” said the boy. “It’s goin’ to be considerable trouble, and it’s a good five miles the shortest way, and hard travellin’, too, some of the way. I should think ’twould be worth thirty-five cents, anyhow.” “We’ll pay you fifty,” said John, “if you’ll hurry up with your team.”