And at this moment I discovered that the bridge had ceased, and we must trust for a foothold to the slippery and precipitous rocks.

I never was so scared before and survived it.

But we got through at last, and emerged into the open day, where we could stand in front of the laced and frothy and seething world of descending water, and look at it.

When I saw how much of it there was, and how fearfully in earnest it was, I was sorry I had gone behind it.
The noble Red Man has always been a friend and darling of mine.

I love to read about him in tales and legends and romances.