They were going to spend at least a week on the way. There would be so many interesting things to see and to do, they would not want to hurry.
The boys carried knapsacks on their backs, in which they put the few things they would need while crossing the mountains. They were real trampers at last.
They carried knapsacks on their backs, in which they put the few things they would need while crossing the mountains
The first part of the trail was very steep. The little party climbed up and up, until the village, far below them, looked very small indeed.
After awhile they heard a strange rumbling noise, which grew louder and louder the higher they climbed. Soon it became a roar, and right above their path they saw a tremendous waterfall tumbling down over the steep mountain side. It fairly made the rocks tremble, it fell with such force, and the air was filled with a fine, wet spray.
The boys sprang up the path close beside the great waterfall. When they reached the top of it they were a very wet but a very jolly party.
"Well, that's the most fun we have had yet!" shouted Joe. "I should like to do it right over again."
"I shouldn't," said a little girl who was standing near by. "I have to come up here every few days. I don't like to get so wet."
"Why do you come up so often?" asked Jack.