All above the chasm is terraced as far as the eye can reach with indefatigable industry.

Tiny streamlets bound and leap from terrace to terrace, fertilising them as they rush to join the torrent in the abyss.

Some of the waterfalls are of great height and of considerable volume.

From one spot may be counted no less than seven of these cascades, now dashing in white spray over a cliff, now lost under the shade of trees, soon to reappear over the next shelving rock."[138] Or, to quote from another writer,[139]--"The descent from the summit is gradual, but is everywhere broken by precipices and towering rocks, which time and the elements have chiselled into strange fantastic shapes.

Ravines of singular wildness and grandeur furrow the whole mountain-side, looking in many places like huge rents.