There was little water in the bed of the torrent, and we crossed easily enough by stepping-stones.

I looked up the glen; a wild place enough, its sides overgrown with trees.

Dreary and dismal it looked in the gloom of the closing evening.

John Jones said that there was no regular path up it, and that one could only get along by jumping from stone to stone, at the hazard of breaking one's legs.

Having passed over the bed of the torrent, we came to a path, which led up the mountain.