"Yes, it's the very same. It's the crookedest thing you ever saw. It runs over there," said the speaker, pointing with her arm, "and then it takes a turn and goes that way, and then it comes round so, and then it shoots off in that way again and passes by your house; and after that the dear knows where it goes, for I don't. But I don't suppose it could run straight if it was to try to." "Can't we get down to it?" asked Ellen. "To be sure we can, unless you're as afraid of steep banks as you are of fences." Very steep indeed it was, and strewn with loose stones, but Ellen did not falter here, and though once or twice in imminent danger of exchanging her cautious stepping for one long roll to the bottom, she got there safely on her two feet. When there, everything was forgotten in delight. It was a wild little place. The high, close sides of the dell left only a little strip of sky overhead; and at their feet ran the brook, much more noisy and lively here than where Ellen had before made its acquaintance; leaping from rock to rock, eddying round large stones, and boiling over the small ones, and now and then pouring quietly over some great trunk of a tree that had fallen across its bed, and dammed up the whole stream. Ellen could scarcely contain herself at the magnificence of many of the waterfalls, the beauty of the little quiet pools where the water lay still behind some large stone, and the variety of graceful, tiny cascades. "Look here, Nancy!" cried Ellen, "that's the Falls of Niagara--do you see?--that large one; oh, that is splendid! and this will do for Trenton Falls--what a fine foam it makes--isn't it a beauty?--and what shall we call this? I don't know what to call it; I wish we could name them all, but there's no end to them. Oh, just look at that one! that's too pretty not to have a name. What shall it be?" "Black Falls," suggested the other. "Black," said Ellen dubiously, "why--I don't like that." "Why, the water's all dark and black, don't you see?" "Well," said Ellen, "let it be Black, then; but I don't like it. Now remember,--this is Niagara--that is Black--and this is Trenton. And what is this?" "If you are a-going to name them all," said Nancy, "we sha'n't get home to-night; you might as well name all the trees; there's a hundred of 'em and more. I say, Ellen! suppos'n we follow the brook instead of climbing up yonder again; it will take us out to the open fields by-and-by." "Oh, do let's!" said Ellen; "that will be lovely."