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to have cut so deep a ravine.[note at top of page: We were very much surprised, to find the little brooklet near Camp Cozy so swollen that a portion of its bed now occupied our fire-place.]  We experienced little inconvenience
carrying our keg through the ravine and soon reached the Bluff
near our camp at Camp Run.  We had been looking all along the
stream for a place to cross, but had not found any.  Here at the 
Bluff seemed to be our best place but it was necessary to step across
a stream about 4 ft. wide, from a rock on which you could place
but one foot to the broad Bluff which was of course very wet and
apparently very slippery, and very slanting.  It looked easy enough, but
when one [we] stood on that one little bit of a rock and looked across
to the other, with the water just rushing past under you [us]:-
we felt just a trifle afraid.  Mr. W. went <s>still</s> farther up the
stream but he saw no way of crossing.  In the meantime I tried
to throw a large tree trunk across: when the trunk fell though
it broke, one piece was carried away by the current at once, the
other I caught but in trying to fix it in position it too slipped
away.  Mr. W. now returned,near us was an old trunk this we
then threw across; but when it was in position it looked rather
untrustworthy, so we hauled it up again and tested it.  It proved
strong enough so we put it again in position and Mr. W. got across.
I then handed him over our different articles and then I got across
        