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from this point on would be a series of more or less impassable 
waterfalls. Desiring to satisfy myself on this important point be- 
fore returning for the day, I stripped off all my wearing apparel, 
save a stiff-brimmed rain hat, swam across the pool at the foot of 
the falls, and started to pick my way up the slippery rock over 
which the water poured. When three-fourths of the way up, my 
hands and feet suddenly slipped from under me. Coming down 
violently on my arm and side, and falling in such a way as to 
strike my head a stunning blow on a projecting rock, I rolled back 
into the pool of cold mountain water in an almost helpless con- 
dition. Fortunately, I was not completely stunned by the blow on 
my head, owing to the protectton afforded by the stiff brim of my 
hat. I was severely bruised as it was, but the shock of dropping 
backward into the pool revived me sufficiently to enable me to 
escape drowning. However, it took some time after I had pulled 
niyself out of the water, to regain my strength. The mishap was 
a sufficient adventure for the day, and an experience that will 
never be forgotten. 
After a day or so of rest, I had sufficiently recovered from my 
injuries to resume the quest. On inquiry, a native boy was found, 
who felt sure he had been beyond the falls where my unpleasant 
mishap had occurred. He was accordingly engaged as guide. 
By nine in the morning, we had arrived at the place where I had 
fallen into the pool. Without further delay my boy went two or 
three hundred yards down the stream and began to pick his way 
with great caution up along the side of the cliff on the Moanui 
side of the valley. After great exertion, and with much difficulty, 
in the time of which my guide got a fall which lamed him con- 
siderably, we at last got above the falls, and down into the stream 
again. Within ten minutes of the first falls, we found a second 
one that had been completely hidden from sight and sound by the 
first one encountered. It was seventy-five feet high, and poured 
over the ledge at a place that completely blocked the way, making 
further progress along the watercourse quite impossible. We could 
now hear the roar of another and still larger falls, only a little 
way on. ‘The only thing remaining for us to do was to turn back 
and work our way up the Moanui side of the valley. This was 
exceedingly difficult to do. After five hours of the most laborious 
climbing, we at last, by two o’clock, made the crest of the ridge 
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