In places it was very steep, and the soil slipped so that often it seemed on its way with them to the bottom, while the wind threatened to uproot the trees to which they clung, and carry them off through the air.
It was with a fierce scramble they gained the top.

Then the sight was a grand one.

The arrested water swirled and beat and foamed against the landslip, then rushed to the left, through the wood, over bushes and stones, a ragging river, the wind tearing off the tops of its waves, to the Glashburn, into which it plunged, swelling yet higher its huge volume.

Rapidly it cut for itself a new channel.

Every moment a tree fell and shot with it like a rocket.
Looking up its course, they saw it come down the hillside a white streak, and burst into boiling brown and roar at their feet.