So steep was the inclination that I could only follow on his track by clinging to the stems of the trees.

The roar of the waterfall, now only a few feet on my right hand, completely overpowered the voices of the dogs wherever they might be, and I carefully commenced a perilous descent by the side of the fall, knowing that both dogs and elk must be somewhere before me.

So stunning was the roar of the water, that a cannon might have been fired without my hearing it.

I was now one-third of the way down the fall, which was about fifty feet deep.

A large flat rock projected from the side of the cliff, forming a platform of about six feet square, over one corner of which, the water struck, and again bounded downwards.