At last, when he had gone thus more than two miles from where he first
hit the water, a long straight reach lay before him, and as he looked
down it, it seemed as if the river came presently to an end; but in
sooth there was a sharp turn to the east by which the water ran, but
narrowing much; and this narrowing was made by the thrusting forth of
the western bank into a sharp ness, which, from where Osberne now
stood, showed a wide flank facing, as it seemed, the whole hurrying
stream of the Flood. But the stream turned ere it smote the cliff, and
striving for the narrow outgate made a prodigious eddy or whirlpool
ere it might clear itself of the under-water foot of the ness and
make eastward so as to rush on toward the sea. But in the face of the
wall, in the bight where the whirlpool turned from it, was a cave the
height of a tall man, and some four feet athwart, and below it a ledge
thrust out from the sheer rock and hanging over the terrible water,
and it was but a yard wide or so. It was but ten feet above the water,
and from it to the grass above must have been a matter of forty foot.
But the ness as it thrust forth into the river rose also, so that its
crest was a score of feet higher where it went down into the water
than its base amidst the green grass. Then came the strait passage of
the water, some thirty feet across, and then the bank of the eastern
side, which, though it thrust out not, but rather was as it were
driven back by the stream, yet it rose toward the water, though not so
much as the ness over against it. It was as if some one had cast down
a knoll across the Sundering Flood, and the stream had washed away the
sloped side thereof, and then had sheared its way through by the east
side where the ground was the softest. Forsooth so it seemed to the
Dalesmen, for on either side they called it the Bight of the Cloven
Knoll.
Osberne stood amazed right over against the cave in the cliff-side,
and stared at the boiling waters beneath him, that seemed mighty
enough to have made a hole in the ship of the world and sunk it in the
deep. And he wondered at the cave, whether it was there by chance hap,
or that some hands had wrought it for an habitation.
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