This platform could only be reached by a narrow ledge of rock, beneath which, at a depth of thirty feet, the water boiled at the foot of the fall.
Upon this platform stood the buck, having gained his secure but frightful position by passing along the narrow ledge of rock.

Should either dog or man attempt to advance, one charge from the buck would send them to perdition, as they would fall into the abyss below.

This the dogs were fully aware of, and they accordingly kept up a continual bay from the edge of the cliff, while I attempted to dislodge him by throwing stones and sticks upon him from above.
Finding this uncomfortable, he made a sudden dash forward, and, striking the dogs over, away he went down the steep sides of the ravine, followed once more by the dogs and myself.
By clinging from tree to tree, and lowering myself by the tangled creepers, I was soon at the foot of the first fall, which plunged into a deep pool on a flat plateau of rock, bounded on either side by a wall-like precipice.
This plateau was about eighty feet in length, through which, the water flowed in two rapid but narrow streams from the foot of the first fall towards a second cataract at the extreme end.

This second fall leaped from the centre of the ravine into the lower plain.
When I arrived on this fine level surface of rock, a splendid sight presented itself.

In the centre of one of the rapid streams, the buck stood at bay, belly-deep, with the torrent rushing in foam between his legs.