See! here is the old mill itself, now disused and falling to decay.

Here the path becomes a little precipice, and you must scramble as best you can down two or three rough steps, and round the corner of the ruined mill.

This is a millstone, this great round thing like a granite cheese, half buried in the ground; and here is another, which makes a comfortable seat, if you are tired.
But there is a fairer resting-place beyond.

Round this one more corner, now, and down,--carefully, carefully!--down this long stairway, formed of rough slabs of stone laid one below the other.

Shut your eyes now for a moment, and let me lead you forward by the hand.