But the hand that made that ' Leap ' never made a mill ! There the water comes crooking and winding among the rocks, first so slow that a trout might swim in it, and then starting and running, just like any creatur that wanted to make a far spring, till it gets to where the mountain divides like the cleft hoof of a deer, leaving a deep hollow for the brook to tumble into. The first pitch is nigh two hundred feet, and the water looks like flakes of driven snow afore it touches the bottom ; and then the stream gathers itself together again for a new start, and may be flutters over fifty feet of flat rock, before it falls for another hundred, where it jumps about from shelf to shelf, first turning this-a- way, and then turning

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that-a-way, striving to get out of the hollow, till it finally comes to the

plain The rock sweeps like mason- work in a half-round on both

sides of the fall, and shelves over the bottom for fifty feet ; so that when I've been sitting at the foot of the first pitch, and my hounds have run

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into the caverns behind the sheet of water, they've looked no bigger than so many rabbits. To my judgment, lad, it's the best piece of work I've met with in the woods ; and none know how often the hand of God is seen in the wilderness, but them that rove it for a man's life." " Does the water run into the Delaware ? " asked Edwards.