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THE WATERFALL. 
in the woods and fields. I should love to live 
out of doors.” 
“What are you sentimentalizing about 
there, Barton ?” shouted Sidney, who had 
climbed up on a projecting rock to see the 
general effect, as he said. 
“I am not sentimentalizing,” returned 
David, rather indignantly. 
“ Well, hurry up, then. Mr. Crediton says 
we are almost at the end of our journey.” 
So it proved; for, on turning round the 
edge of a point of rock projecting from 
the hank, they found the party assembled 
in front of a beautiful little waterfall. It 
was about twelve feet high; and the water 
dashed down three or four rocky steps 
with a pleasant sound, subsiding at the 
bottom into a deep, still pool two or three 
yards across, beautifully transparent, and 
having a bottom, of white gravel. The 
rocks around were green with the richest 
and smoothest mosses the children had ever 
seen. Above, the ravine still continued, 
narrower and more savage than before, and 
seeming almost choked with trees and fallen 
stones,—though David said there was still 
a path which came out finally about four 
