“What——on one leg?”
“Yes, I shall certainly take it with me.”
“But it is dangerous. You will have to go down a steep flight of wooden steps, and pass behind the sheet of water where you cannot stand up. The spray will blind you, and the wind will take your breath and lift you off your feet——”
“Foot,” I interrupted.
“Yes, will lift you off your foot; and one mis-step is certain death. Many strong men with two legs are afraid to try it.”
“They have two feet, and are therefore just twice as apt to slip or make a mis-step.”
“Well,” said he, “go and see it, and I don’t believe you will venture down. A look down into it will satisfy you. It will remind you of all the accounts you have heard of Hades——”
“Where I thought water was not so plenty,” I interrupted.
“You are ahead of me again,” said he, laughing. “Well, follow the bank of the river till you reach a bridge: that will take you over to Goat Island.”
“Thank you.”