THE ORANGE BIVEE. 
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close to the waterfall, saying, “ If you could get there, 
without much risk, it would be the making of the 
picture, and give comparative height.” The task was 
difficult, owing to the rocks being slippery from the 
spray, but the picture, which Lulu entitled “ Farini 
Falls and Towers,” will show that I managed to accom- 
plish it. 
While I was returning, a most extraordinary thing 
happened. A new waterfall suddenly appeared between 
where Lulu stood and me. At first there was a small 
cascade, with just water enough to wet the rocks ; by 
the time I had walked past it there was a stream several 
inches deep, fed by a considerable torrent ; and in half 
an hour a big fall was tumbling into a basin two feet 
deep and several yards wide. The rise of the river 
above was being felt, and various pools that were pre- 
viously dried up had run full and overflowed. The 
question for us was whether it was safe to remain down 
here any longer. Lulu was bent on taking a picture of 
the Tower Rocks, and did not heed the rising water. 
“ Here,” he cried, “ try and get on that great rock 
out in the pools, and hand me up the camera. This is 
the only point high enough to take it all in.” And 
there he was, many feet above me on the other side of a 
deep chasm, which I had to jump in order to get near 
enough to hand up the apparatus. 
From where I stood, the mist-capped towers seemed 
lost in the sky ; the bright sunlight cast their long, 
dark shadows across the silver spray of the mad torrent 
and far up the face of the opposite precipice ; the deep, 
dark pools on their left formed a reservoir that fed the 
beautiful pool we had just photographed, while it in 
return was filled by a pretty torrent that burst out 
from beneath a huge block of granite, and leapt gaily 
through the air, like a shower of sparkling diamonds. 
In the distance, far up the narrow gorge, the cold high 
cliff-tops, lighted up by the bright sunlight, looked like 
polar icebergs in contrast with the dark blackness of the 
shadowy depths below. 
How solemnly grand it was now ! How terribly mag- 
