After an hour’s painful progress, we reached the verge of another fall,
still loftier than the preceding, and flanked both above and below with
the same steep masses of rock, presenting, however, here and there
narrow irregular ledges, supporting a shallow soil, on which grew a
variety of bushes and trees, whose bright verdure contrasted
beautifully with the foamy waters that flowed between them.
Toby, who invariably acted as pioneer, now proceeded to reconnoitre. On
his return, he reported that the shelves of rock on our right would
enable us to gain with little risk the bottom of the cataract.
Accordingly, leaving the bed of the stream at the very point where it
thundered down, we began crawling along one of these sloping ledges
until it carried us to within a few feet of another that inclined
downward at a still sharper angle, and upon which, by assisting each
other, we managed to alight in safety. We warily crept along this,
steadying ourselves by the naked roots of the shrubs that clung to
every fissure. As we proceeded, the narrow path became still more
contracted, rendering it difficult for us to maintain our footing,
until suddenly, as we reached an angle of the wall of rock where we had
expected it to widen, we perceived to our consternation, that a yard or
two farther on it abruptly terminated at a place we could not possibly
hope to pass.
Toby, as usual, led the van, and in silence I waited to learn from him
how he proposed to extricate us from this new difficulty.
“Well, my boy,” I exclaimed, after the expiration of several minutes,
during which time my companion had not uttered a word: “what’s to be
done now?”
He replied in a tranquil tone that probably the best thing we could do
in the present strait was to get out of it as soon as possible.
“Yes, my dear Toby, but tell me _how_ we are to get out of it.”
“Something in this sort of style,” he replied; and at the same moment,
to my horror, he slipped sideways off the rock, and, as I then thought,
by good fortune merely, alighted among the spreading branches of a
species of palm tree, that shooting its hardy roots along a ledge
below, curved its trunk upwards into the air, and presented a thick
mass of foliage about twenty feet below the spot where we had thus
suddenly been brought to a stand-still. I voluntarily held my breath,
expecting to see the form of my companion, after being sustained for a
moment by the branches of the tree, sink through their frail support,
and fall headlong to the bottom. To my surprise and joy, however, he
recovered himself, and disentangling his limbs from the fractured
branches, he peered out from his leafy bed, and shouted lustily, “Come
on, my hearty, there is no other alternative!” and with this he ducked
beneath the foliage, and slipping down the trunk, stood in a moment at
least fifty feet beneath me, upon the broad shelf of rock from which
sprung the tree he had descended.
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