Sometimes the path is so high that one neither sees nor hears the river.

The last half mile has to be journeyed on foot, and goes past spots which are really dangerous; numerous waterfalls rush from the mountain-sides, and have to be crossed on paths of tree-trunks laid alongside each other; and roads scarcely a foot wide lead along giddy precipices.

But the traveller may trust unhesitatingly to his guide's arm, who has hitherto led every one in safety to his destination.
The road from Haukaness to the waterfall must be the finest that can be imagined on a bright sunny day; for I was enchanted with the wildly-romantic scenery in spite of the incessant rain and my wet clothes, and would on no consideration have missed this sight.
Unfortunately the bad weather increased, and thick fogs rolled down into the valleys.

The water flowed down from the mountains, and transformed our narrow path into a brook, through which we had to wade ankle-deep in water.

At last we reached the spot which afforded the best view of the fall.