BROWN WATERS 



This virgin spot was left unfished, 

 for the bed of the cataract was 

 the only path to it, but the idea of 

 attempting an assault was too enticing 

 to be abandoned. On a day of low water 

 a narrow and sloping ledge disclosed 

 itself which seemed to be accessible 

 from above. One who did not decline 

 any posture, or regard himself as barred 

 of any hold, might pass along this to a 

 point where a cautious drop would land 

 him on reasonable scrambling ground. 

 So much for getting down. The return 

 was not greatly considered, because 

 someone would be sure to come with a 

 rope if you were stuck below. 



Circling mist continually refreshed 

 the ferns and mosses that found foot- 

 hold on the wet walls. Stray drops from 

 the fall stung like shot. The chasm was 

 thunderous with vibrations that made 

 one feel dizzy and insecure. Far over- 

 head the birches, fringing the blue 

 round of sky, waved in an unf elt wind. 



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