left the train, they were
delighted with their outside car, and reclined on their opposite sides in
enchantment with the fern-bordered lanes, winding between noble trees,
between which came inviting glimpses of exquisitely green meadows and
hill-sides. They stopped at a park-looking gate, leading to the Devil's
Glen, which they were to traverse on foot, meeting the car at the other
end.

Here there was just enough life and adventure to charm them, as they
gaily trod the path, winding picturesquely beside the dashing, dancing,
foaming stream, now between bare salient bluffs of dark rock, now between
glades of verdant thicket, or bold shouldering slopes of purple heath and
soft bent grass. They were constantly crying out with delight, as they
bounded from one point of view to another, sometimes climbing among loose
stones, leading between ferns and hazel stems to a well-planted
hermitage, sometimes springing across the streamlet upon stepping-stones.
At the end of the wood another lodge-gate brought them beyond the private
grounds, that showed care, even in their rusticity, and they came out on
the open hill-side in true mountain air, soft turf beneath their feet,
the stream rushing away at the bottom of the slope, and the view closed
in with blue mountains, on which the clouds marked purple shadows. This
was freedom! this was enjoyment! this was worth the journey! and Cilla's
elastic feet sprang along as if she had been a young kid. How much was
delight in the scenery, how much in the scramble, need not be analyzed.

There was plenty of scrambling before it was over. A woman who had been
lying in wait for tourists at the gate, guided them to the bend of the
glen, where they were to climb up to pay their respects to the waterfall.
The ascent was not far from perpendicular, only rendered accessible by
the slope of fallen debris at the base, and a few steps cut out from one
projecting rock to another, up to a narrow shelf, whence the cascade was
to be looked down on. The more adventurous spirits went on to a rock
overhanging the fall, and with a curious chink or cranny, forming a
window with a seat, and called King O'Toole's chair. Each girl perched
herself there, and was complimented on her strong head and active limbs,
and all their powers were needed in the long breathless pull up craggy
stepping-stones, then over steep slippery turf, ere they gained the
summit of the bank. Spent, though still gasping out, 'such