“I will tell you what, my pleasant fellow,” rejoined Toby, quickly, “if
you are going to pry into everything you meet with here that excites
your curiosity, you will marvellously soon get knocked on the head; to
a dead certainty you will come bang upon a party of these savages in
the midst of your discovery-makings, and I doubt whether such an event
would particularly delight you. Just take my advice for once, and let
us ’bout ship and steer in some other direction; besides, it’s getting
late, and we ought to be mooring ourselves for the night.”
“That is just the thing I have been driving at,” replied I; “and I am
thinking that this ravine will exactly answer our purpose, for it is
roomy, secluded, well watered, and may shelter us from the weather.”
“Ay, and from sleep too, and by the same token will give us sore
throats, and rheumatism into the bargain,” cried Toby, with evident
dislike at the idea.
“Oh, very well then, my lad,” said I, “since you will not accompany me,
here I go, alone. You will see me in the morning”; and advancing to the
edge of the cliff upon which we had been standing, I proceeded to lower
myself down by the tangled roots which clustered about all the crevices
of the rock. As I had anticipated, Toby, in spite of his previous
remonstrances, followed my example, and dropping himself with the
activity of a squirrel from point to point, he quickly outstripped me,
and effected a landing at the bottom before I had accomplished
two-thirds of the descent.
The sight that now greeted us was one that will ever be vividly
impressed upon my mind. Five foaming streams, rushing through as many
gorges, and swelled and turbid by the recent rains, united together in
one mad plunge of nearly eighty feet, and fell with wild uproar into a
deep black pool scooped out of the gloomy-looking rocks that lay piled
around, and thence in one collected body dashed down a narrow sloping
channel which seemed to penetrate into the very bowels of the earth.
Overhead, vast roots of trees hung down from the sides of the ravine,
dripping with moisture, and trembling with the concussions produced by
the fall. It was now sunset, and the feeble uncertain light that found
its way into these caverns and woody depths heightened their strange
appearance, and reminded us that in a short time we should find
ourselves in utter darkness.
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