She was wretchedly weary, and Oh, so hungry! A little further, and two of the great bowlders, tumbled down from the steeps, had cut off part of the creek, had formed a pool which their seamed and pitted and fern-adorned walls hid from all observation except that of the birds and the squirrels in the boughs.
At once she thought how refreshed she would be if she could bathe in those cool waters.

She looked round, stepped in between the bowlders.

She peered out; she listened.

She was safe; she drew back into her little inclosure.

There was a small dry shelf of rock.