278 AT THE NORTH OF BEARCAMP WATER. 
were like a garland of bright flowers on the 
forehead of some sullen warrior. 
The water did not pour into this pool from 
the cliff, but came to it through a narrow flume 
or gap in the solid rock which had been con¬ 
cealed from us as we ascended the stream by the 
high wooded bank opposite the cliff. On reach¬ 
ing the edge of the pool, in the chill shadow of 
the black rock, we looked up the flume between 
narrow walls of dark gray granite, and saw, 
thirty feet or more beyond, another pool, into 
which was pouring from the left a great sheet 
of water. This fall, coming from a point fifty 
or sixty feet above us, and on the extreme left 
of the flume, had its side towards us; yet, after 
its green waters struck the upper pool and strug¬ 
gled there awhile, they came through the flume 
as their only outlet. Clambering up the right- 
hand or north bank, we gained a point where 
we could see all the details of this strange cata¬ 
ract. 
Sabba Day Brook above the falls flows nearly 
due east. It strikes a rocky hillside and is de¬ 
flected to the left by a sharp curve, so that it 
runs due north. In this direction it has worn 
a sloping passage to the edge of the falls. Drop¬ 
ping fifty feet into a great pot-hole, it turns 
abruptly to the east and flows out through the 
flume into the green pool, past the black ledge, 
