It was a wide, swift, muddy, turbulent stream.

A great bar of sand stretched out from the shore.

Beyond it, through the mouth of an intersecting canyon, could be seen a clump of cottonwoods and willows that marked the home of the Creeches.

Lucy could not see the shore nearest her, as it was almost directly under her.

Besides, in this narrow road, on a spirited horse, she was not inclined to watch the scenery.