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marking the spring risings. The spirit of 

 the place is stern, yet allayed by accidents 

 of loveliness. Moss grows rich in the moist 

 places, and ledges of decaying mica-schist 

 seam the ground with trails of powdered 

 silver. Here is the customary Lovers' 

 Leap, and it has its story. A man slipped 

 at the brink while prying stone for a fence 

 and went whirling into the depths. Cau- 

 tiously his friend crept to the edge and 

 looked over. "Are you hurt?" he called. 

 The fallen one had crept upon a slanting 

 rock out of the flood. He passed his 

 hands cautiously over his legs, then began 

 to explore his pockets more and more 

 rapidly, a look of alarm growing on his 

 face. At last he looked up and replied in 

 a grieved, deliberate tone, " I ain't hurt 

 much, but I'll be durned if I haven't lost 

 my jack-knife." 



Singular features of these falls are the 

 pot-holes in the banks. These vary from 

 rotundas twenty feet across to little wells 

 that might almost be mistaken for drill- 

 holes. The former course of the river is 

 indicated in these carvings fifty feet above 



