The Sandstones. 
107 
“In the middle of the day we baited our horse at 
a little inn called the ‘ Weatherboard.’ The country 
here is elevated 2,800 feet above the sea. About a 
mile-and-a-half from this place there is a view 
exceedingly well worth visiting. By following down 
a little valley and its tiny rill of water, an immense 
gulf is unexpectedly seen through the trees which 
border the pathway, at the depth of perhaps 1,500 
feet. Walking on a few yards, one stands on tlie 
brink of a vast precipice, and below is the grand bay 
or gulf (for I know not what other name to give it) 
thickly covered with forest. The point of view is 
situated as if at the head ol a bay, the line of the did 
diverging on each side, and showing headland behind 
headland, as on a bold sea coast. These cliffs are 
composed of horizontal strata of whitish sandstone; 
and so absolutely vertical are they, that in many 
places a person standing on the edge and throwing 
down a stone can see it strike the trees in the abyss 
below. So unbroken is the line that it is said, in order 
to reach the foot of the waterfall, formed by this little 
stream, it is necessary to go a distance of sixteen miles 
round* About live miles distant in front, another line 
of cliff extends, which thus appears completely to 
encircle the valley ; and hence the name of bay is 
justified as applied to this grand amphi theatrical 
depression. If we imagine a winding harbour, with 
its deep water surrounded by bold cliff-like shores, 
laid dry, and a forest sprung up on its sandy bottom, 
we should then have the appearance and structure 
