He stooped and placed his long left arm behind her knees. His right arm he passed behind her back. He straightened, lifting her to his breast. “Don’t move,” he cautioned, “and don’t listen to the rush of the water. Relax. We’re off!” She closed both eyes as he stepped upon the trunk. Then she opened them again and looked up into his face. His strong jaw was set, she noted, but not a tremor did his body convey to hers. The roaring of the cataract was in her ears. Again she felt faint and dizzy. But without hesitation he placed one foot firmly and elastically before the other on the swaying bridge, until he stepped from it to the solid rocks on the other side. “Nothing to it, was there?” he laughed, without a sign of nervousness, as he gently stood her on her feet. “You have wonderful control over yourself, haven’t you?” she said. “You never even trembled.” “Didn’t I?” He was looking straight into her eyes. “I thought I was shaking like a leaf--especially when I reached this side and just before I set you down.” “Why, how funny! You certainly weren’t frightened.” “No, tempted,” said Shonto, while Charmian’s face flushed crimson. They wandered through an open forest of immense live and black oaks, with gnarled trunks and bulbous boles, and roots moss-upholstered where they were exposed. Gray moss hung from the upper limbs, draped and festooned with the delicacy of nature’s artistry. Wild grape vines clambered in all directions, drooped in loops down the trunks of lofty trees, or extended in masses from the ground to the topmost branches like the standing rigging of a sailing ship. The clusters of grapes were ripe and ready to fall with their seed to the earth from whence they sprang. They came upon large flat-topped stones, in which holes the size of a man’s head had been gouged. In these the Indian squaws had powdered the acorns to make flour for their native bread, using heavy stone pestles as pulverizers. A half-mile from the river they suddenly entered a clearing, studded with tall, monumental stones of granite, and with wide-branched oaks scattered about here and there. In the middle were the ruins of a house--the remnants of what had been a large house built of stones and sod and poles.