It found us in a prodigious valley, strewn with rocks and where ran a foaming river.

Wild mountains stood around it; there grew there neither grass nor trees; and I have sometimes thought since then, that it may have been the valley called Glencoe, where the massacre was in the time of King William.

But for the details of our itinerary, I am all to seek; our way lying now by short cuts, now by great detours; our pace being so hurried, our time of journeying usually by night; and the names of such places as I asked and heard being in the Gaelic tongue and the more easily forgotten.
The first peep of morning, then, showed us this horrible place, and I could see Alan knit his brow.
"This is no fit place for you and me," he said.

"This is a place they're bound to watch." And with that he ran harder than ever down to the water-side, in a part where the river was split in two among three rocks.

It went through with a horrid thundering that made my belly quake; and there hung over the lynn a little mist of spray.