er saw anything so beautiful," said Max, almost wondering at his
companion's want of enthusiasm.

"And do you know what makes it so beautiful?"

"It was made so."

"Yes; but it is the sun. If a black cloud came over now, and it began
to rain, the place would look so gloomy and miserable that you'd want to
hurry home."

"Yes; ta young Chief's richt," said Tavish, nodding his head. "It's ta
ferry wettest place I know when ta rain comes doon and ta wind will
plow."

"Let's go on," said Kenneth after awhile. "It gets more and more
beautiful higher up."

"It can't be!" cried Max. "And is this all your father's property?"

"Yes," said Kenneth proudly; "this all belongs to The Mackhai."

"Ant it will aal pelong to ta young Chief some tay, when he crows a pig
man."

Max went on with a sigh, but only to find that the place really did grow
more beautiful as they climbed on, while the deep, humming roar grew
louder and more awe-inspiring as they penetrated farther and farther
into the recesses of the mountain. For the long and heavy rain had
charged the fountains of the hills to bursting. Every lakelet was
brimming, every patch of moss saturated, and from a thousand channels,
that were at first mere threads, the water came rushing down to coalesce
in the narrow glen, and eddy, and leap, and swirl, and hurry on toward
the sea.

"Why are we climbing up so high?" said Max suddenly.

"To show you our glen, and take you up by the falls."

A curious shrinking sensation came upon Max, and Kenneth noticed it.

"This isn't the Grey Mare's Tail," he said, laughing; "and we're not in
a boat."

"I can't help feeling a little nervous," said Max frankly. "I am not
used to this sort of thing."

"And we are. Yes, of course. It's too bad to laugh at you. Come on."

"Is there any danger?"

"Well, of course there is, if you go and tumble in, but you needn't go
near."

The humming roar grew louder as they tramped on along a sheep-track in
and out among the huge stones which had fallen from the sides of the
great gully. Now they were in deep shadow, where brilliant speckled
fungi, all white and red, stood out like stools beneath the birch trees;
then they were high up on quite a shelf, where the turf and moss were
short, and the sun shone out clearly; and ever, as they turned angle
after angle of the great zigzag, the roar of the water grew louder,
till, after another hour's slow climbing, they descended a sloping gr