XXVII. 



LICK BROOK. 



Most people, even in Ithaca, know of Lick Brook only 

 vaguely by name. This glen is the wildest and most 

 easily-traversed of the many wonderful gorges at the 

 head of Cayuga Lake. Its beauties are so unique and 

 so different from those of the others as not to admit of 

 comparison with them. No trouble undertaken to visit 

 it would be too dear a price to pay for a sight of its 

 unique grandeur. 



Lick Brook is a small stream furrowing the west 

 slope of South Hill, a mile and a half beyond Buttermilk. 

 It is best reached by following out Cayuga street three 

 miles and a half to the south until a house of an almost 

 infinite number of gables is passed. Turn to the left 

 down a semi-private road through the barn-yard of the 

 many-gabled house ; the road soon divides, keep to the 

 left fork until the Inlet Creek is reached. Tie your 

 horse to the bushes, and cross the Inlet by a crazy foot 

 bridge at the place where the Lick Brook flows in. 

 Cross the railroad and walk along the north bank of the 

 little creek close to the edge ; in a few minutes the first 

 or ' ' Veiled Fall ' ' is seen gleaming white through the 

 interstices of the screen of trees which partly conceal it. 

 The mossy rock down which the water glides is sixty 

 feet high, nearly vertical. An unobstructed view of the 

 fall is obtained only from the bed of the creek. 



A few rods to the north of the creek a broad, but 





