pavement; but it is more than a hundred feet wide; and there are funny boulders, shaped like monstrous turtles, that work themselves out of the high shale banks and roll down into the clear water, and lie there for stepping-stones, or to sit on. And one side of the river is always low, either meadow or woods, coming close to the water; and the other side is always a high bluff, sometimes of shale, and sometimes with pine trees growing all over it;—and sometimes the bluff is on one side and sometimes on the other, but never on both at once. And the pine trees dip their branches into the water,—and there are wintergreens, and butternuts, and wild apples.
"And there is a wonderful glen that looks as if no one but you had ever been there for a thousand years. The sides are straight up, and covered with great trees, and old logs grown over with moss and vines; and in the rocks of the bottom, which the water flows over, are what look like the prints of people's feet, made so long ago that it makes you feel weird and tiny. And when you fit your feet into them, it throws you into the very position in which some one stood, so desperately long ago, when that rock was only
