n this is a
regular waterfall."
"Ou ay, there's a teal o' peautiful watter comes town here sometimes,"
said Scood.
They climbed on by patches of ragwort all golden stars, with the ladies'
mantle of vivid green, with its dentate edge, neat folds, and pearly
dewdrop in the centre, and by patches of delicate moss, with the pallid
butterwort peeping, and by fern and club moss, heath and heather, and
great patches of whortleberry and bog-myrtle, every turn and
resting-place showing some lovely rock-garden dripping with pearly
drops, and possessing far more attraction for Max than the quest upon
which they were engaged.
"Ah, only wait till you've been here a month," cried Kenneth, "and your
wind will be better than this."
"Don't you get as hot as I am with climbing?"
"I should think not, indeed. Why, Scood and I could almost run up here.
Couldn't we, Scood?"
"Ou ay; she could run up and run town too."
"Is it much farther to the top?" said Max, after a few minutes' farther
climb; and he seated himself upon a beautiful green cushion of moss, and
then jumped up again, to the great delight of his companions, who roared
with laughter as they saw a jet of water spurt out, and noted Max's look
of dismay. For it was as if he had chosen for a seat some huge
well-charged sponge.
"I--I did not know it was so wet."
"Moss generally is on the mountain," cried Kenneth. "You should sit
down on a stone or a tuft of heath if you're tired. Try that."
"I'm so uncomfortably wet, thank you," replied Max, "I don't think I'll
sit down."
"Oh, you'll soon dry up again. Let's go on, then. We're nearly up at
the top."
Kenneth's "nearly up at the top" proved to be another twenty minutes'
arduous climb, to a place where the water came trickling over a
perpendicular wall of rock ten feet high, and this had to be scaled, Max
being got to the top by Scood hauling and Kenneth giving him a "bump
up," as he called it. Then there was another quarter of an hour's climb
in and out along the steep gully, with the stones rattling down beneath
their feet, and then they were out, not on the top, as Max expected, but
only to see another pile of cliff away to his right, and again others
beyond.
They had reached the top of the range of cliff, however, and away to
their left lay the sea, while, as they walked on along the fairly level
cliff, Max felt a peculiar shrinking sensation of insecurity, for only a
few yards away was the edge
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