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the rocks they encounter as they leave 

 the verge of the precipice. 



The " Rocket " is at once shattered 

 by this contact out of all resemblance 

 to water, seeming to become a cloud of 

 snow, which is fain to descend in suc- 

 cessive bouquets of rockets. But in the 

 case of the " Dame Blanche," some 

 stately rock nymph, in human outlines 

 of the fairest, seems to have slipped 

 into her natural and appropriate robes 

 of water lace, so perfect is the illusion 

 of the ever-flowing drapery. A fre- 

 quent rainbow singles out for special 

 honour this peerless maiden. 



Many persons find it impossible to 

 look from so profound a precipice as 

 that over which the river falls at Gair- 

 sappa. I have known one visitor who 



