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which conceals the grandeur yet to be disclosed, and 

 you suddenly shrink back in amazement at the sight 

 before you. You are on the very brink of a mighty 

 precipice over which the creek pours its waters to break 

 in foam on jutting rocks, and finally to take a final 

 desperate plunge into a great basin a hundred and forty 

 feet below. This is Eueifer Fall. Whether dyspepsia 

 or theology is to blame for the satanic names attached 

 to the most interesting points in Enfield Ravine is a 

 point that is not quite clear. From the brink of the 

 fall the path descends by a flight of wooden steps, hugs 

 the face of the cliff for a way and then crosses a rickety 

 bridge to a jutting buttress that commands a fine view 

 of the fall. You stand directly facing the first leap of 

 the fall and gazing down, not without a shudder, into 

 the abyss below. From this point the path descends 

 rapidly to the bottom of the ravine. Where the path 

 ends the stream can generally be crossed to the opposite 

 side, from which is obtained the most impressive view 

 of the entire fall. The tree crowned cliffs appear al- 

 most to meet two hundred and seventy feet above. In 

 front the water climbs to meet the clouds. The fall is 

 not one smooth leap, but is considerably broken. In 

 low water the fall is really four separate cascades, but 

 when the stream is swollen, the water comes over in 

 one unbroken mass, disregarding all small impediments. 

 This is the culmination of the scenery in Enfield Ra- 

 vine. Few visitors care to go further. For two miles 

 below, the scenery is that of an ordinary pretty glen, 

 but there is no path, and one hardly feels repaid for the 

 rough climb in making the trip. 



