Here with a loaf of bread beneath the bough.
A flask of wine, a book of verse and thou,
Beside me singing in the wilderness,
And wilderness is Paradise enow.

Ralph cast a look at Marry, unnoticed by any one else, as much as to
say, "The old tentmaker voiced my sentiments."

[Illustration: RINGING ROCKS OF BRIDGTON TOWNSHIP BUCKS COUNTY. PA.]

[Illustration: HIGH FALLS]

After the hampers had been repacked and stowed away in the carriages,
they with the horses were left in the shade while the party walked to
"High Falls," at no great distance from the camp. "High Falls," a
beautiful waterfall about thirty feet high and fifty feet wide, is
situated several hundred feet east of the Ringing Rocks. The water,
before dashing below, passes over a large, solid, level floor of rock.
After gazing at the Falls and picturesque surroundings, they searched
through the woods for the Ringing Rocks, a peculiar formation of rocks
of irregular shape and size, branching out from a common centre in
four directions. The rocks vary in size from a few pounds to several
tons in weight. Arriving there, Aunt Sarah said: "Ralph, you will now
find use for the hammer which I asked you to bring." Ralph struck
different rocks with the hammer, and Fritz Schmidt struck rocks with
other pieces of rock, and all gave a peculiar metallic sound, the
tones of each being different. The rocks are piled upon each other to
an unknown depth, not a particle of earth being found between them,
and not a bush or spear of grass to be seen. They occupy a space of
about four and a half acres and are a natural curiosity well worth
seeing. The young folks scrambled over the rocks for a time, and,
having made them ring to their hearts' content, were satisfied to
return to camp and supper.

[Illustration: BIG ROCK AT ROCKY DALE]

"Not far distant from High Falls," said John Landis, when all were
comfortably seated near the table, with a sandwich in hand, "is a
place called Roaring Rocks, also a freak of nature. I remember, when a
boy, I always went there in the fall of the year, after the first hard
frost, to pick persimmons. The water could he distinctly heard running
underneath the rocks at a considerable depth."

Ralph Jackson remarked to Aunt Sarah: "I never imagined there were so
many interesting, natural features right here in Bucks County."

"Oh, yes," exclaimed the impressible Fritz Schmidt, "we have a few
things besides pigs and potatoes."