I crossed it almost dry-shod on the boulders above a little fall, stopping for a moment to drink and lave my brow.
After that the country changed again.

The wood was now getting like that which clothed the sides of the Berg.

There were tall timber-trees--yellowwood, sneezewood, essenwood, stinkwood--and the ground was carpeted with thick grass and ferns.

The sight gave me my first earnest of safety.

I was approaching my own country.