“On, on we drifted. Every high rock seemed a gateway to some new scene of beauty; wonder followed wonder.
“And now the water seemed agitated. Dark rocks projected into the river; the view was intercepted.
“The boatman conversed in an animated way with me, and I looked up to a high rock with an interested expression and an incredulous smile.
“He turned to us quietly and said,—
“‘This is the Lorelei Pass.’
“He presently added,—
“‘That is the Lorelei.’
