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duties of the farm.

The lieutenant happened to ask me why we called the location "Roaring
Water."

"I see only a quiet, decent stream flowing by into the valley below," he
observed.

"Wait until we have a breeze coming down the canon, and then you will
understand why we gave the name of `Roaring Water' to this place," I
answered. "As I can be spared this morning, and there is not much
chance of the enemy coming, if you like to accompany me I will take you
to the cataract which gives its name to this `quiet, decent stream,' as
you call it; then you will believe that we have not misnamed the
locality."

We set off together. The lieutenant looked as if he would have liked to
ask Clarice to accompany us; but she was busy about her household
duties, and gave no response to his unspoken invitation.

Boy-like, I took a great fancy to the young officer. He was quiet and
gentlemanly, and free from all conceit.

I took him to Cold-Water Spring, at which Clarice had met the Indian;
and after swallowing a draught from it, we made our way onward over the
rough rocks and fallen logs until we came in sight of what we called our
cataract. It appeared directly before us, rushing, as it were, out of
the side of the hill (though in reality there was a considerable stream
above us, which was concealed by the summits of the intervening rocks);
then downward it came in two leaps, striking a ledge about half-way,
where masses of spray were sent off; and then taking a second leap, it
fell into a pool; now rushing forth again foaming and roaring down a
steep incline, until it reached the more level portion of the canon.

"That is indeed a fine cataract, and you have well named your location
from it," observed the lieutenant. "I wish I had had my sketch-book
with me; I might have made a drawing of it, to carry away in remembrance
of my visit here."

"I will send you one with great pleasure," I answered.

"Do you draw?" he asked, with a look of surprise, probably thinking that
such an art was not likely to be possessed by a young backwoodsman.

"I learned when I was a boy, and I have a taste that way, although I
have but little time to exercise it," I answered.

He replied that he should be very much obliged. "Does your sister
draw?--I conclude that young lady is your sister?" he said in a tone of
inquiry.

"Oh yes! Clarice draws better than I do," I said. "But she has even
less time than I have, for she is busy from mo