They crossed, however, without more mishap to Carley than further acquaintance with this iciest of waters.

From this point the driver turned back along the creek, passed between orchards and fields, and drove along the base of the red wall to come suddenly upon a large rustic house that had been hidden from Carley's sight.

It sat almost against the stone cliff, from which poured a white foamy sheet of water.
The house was built of slabs with the bark on, and it had a lower and upper porch running all around, at least as far as the cliff.

Green growths from the rock wall overhung the upper porch.

A column of blue smoke curled lazily upward from a stone chimney.