“Oh no!” called Jane, “this is the evolution of a dancing floor for Nita.”
After many stumblings and grumblings, the Tribe reached the cool shadows of the woodland where they found a plain trail running along the crest of the river bank. Zan led the way and after they had gone some distance through the dense woods she came to a natural clearing that projected far over on the cliff. She went out there and instantly dropped her pack.
“Oh! Come here and see the wonderful view!” shouted she.
Everyone dropped the tiresome luggage and gladly ran out to join Zan.
“Ah! This repays us for all the toil and hardships endured,” exclaimed Miss Miller, with clasped hands, admiring the view.
From the point where they stood, hundreds of feet above the majestic Hudson, they could see up and down the river for miles. The city of Yonkers was opposite, and the river-craft plying the Hudson provided interesting scenes to the girls. The gorgeous colouring of foliage on both sides of the river clothed the hills and cliffs with beautiful tones made by Nature’s paint-brush. The air was sweet and warm, and crickets, some late birds, and insects added their voices to the general music of the Falling Leaf Moon.
“I wish we could camp near here,” ventured Jane.
“I thought I heard running water before you joined me. Maybe we can find a brook or spring,” suggested Zan.
“I heard there was a beautiful bit of water here called Alpine Falls. If we could only find it!” said Miss Miller.
“Let’s separate and scout for it. Leave the baggage here for the time,” responded Zan.