STEEP TRAILS 



fresh with mist and spray, are wetter than 

 water-lilies. The pool at the foot of the fall 

 is a place surpassingly lovely to look at, with 

 the enthusiastic rush and song of the falls, the 

 majestic trees overhead leaning over the brink 

 like listeners eager to catch every word of the 

 white refreshing waters, the delicate maiden 

 hairs and aspleniums with fronds outspread 

 gathering the rainbow sprays, and the myr 

 iads of hooded mosses, every cup fresh and 

 shining. 



