. The water rushes in at the top, down in a cascade at an angle of
forty-five degrees. The margin is solid rock. There lay a frail raft by
the shore on which we each in our turn circumnavigated the lake, causing
the swallows in the rocks to fly away in consternation at this abrupt
entrance on their solitude. This spot seemed to have a sweet solitude,
and I almost wished myself an Indian to live and die amidst such
scenery.

Climbing the rocks on the south of the stream we worked our way down to
the Lula Falls, several hundred yards below. We found the declivity
thickly covered with a rich growth of laurel, and fine specimens of
huckleberries, which were ripe and nice. We picked our cans full as we
went. After climbing down a great many breakneck places we reached the
foot of the falls which in beauty is equal, if not superior, to the
Lake. It consists of a tiny stream falling from a shelf eighty feet
high, perpendicularly dropping over solid rock. In its descent it is
broken into a white sheet of spray. We slaked our thirst and mashed our
berries in sugar, and ate our dinner with a keen relish. Before leaving,
desiring to experience the sensation, we stripped and took a huge shower
bath by placing ourselves under the spout. Found the sensation more
romantic than pleasant. It fell too hard, but made us clean.

The water continued in an eastward direction, and we reasoned that by
following it we would come out into Chattanooga Valley and off Lookout
Mountain. For a distance of about two miles, we followed this rocky
chasm. On either side towering cliffs reared their heads a hundred feet
above us, while we clambered over massive piles of stone, jumping across
crevices, crawled and slid, etc., making our locomotion in a very odd
way, the creek half the time whirling unseen beneath the rocks. This was
hard work, and our shirts were wringing with sweat, yet all enjoyed it,
at least I did.

But by climbing a little raise we at last found ourselves in quiet
Chattanooga Valley, ten miles from town, and about 4 P. M., seated
'neath the trees, we picked blackberries. Made sauce for supper again,
then walked leisurely toward camp. This valley is good land and well
settled. We saw good fields of corn, etc. but little signs of war. The
people are the same ignorant, illiterate class. These people seem to
have no idea as to distances whatever, showing their general ignorance
forcibly. A woman told us "it was a heap o' distance" to Ch