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CROTCHET CASTLE.
leave of him, and began to pass his days like the heroes of Ariosto, who
—tutto il giorno, al bel oprar intenti,
Saliron balze, e traversar torrenti.
Saliron balze, e traversar torrenti.
One day Mr. Chainmail traced upwards the course of a mountain-stream, to a spot where a small waterfall threw itself over a slab of perpendicular rock, which seemed to bar his farther progress. On a nearer view, he discovered a flight of steps, roughly hewn in the rock, on one side of the fall. Ascending these steps, he entered a narrow winding pass, between high and naked rocks, that afforded only space for a rough footpath, carved on one side, at some height above the torrent.
The pass opened on a lake, from which the stream issued, and which lay like a dark mirror, set in a gigantic frame of mountain precipices. Fragments of rock lay scattered
