A WALK. 53

«OQ, we climb along,” replied Comfort , “ we
step up from one stone to another.”

The path was very tortuous; that is, it turned
and twisted about a great deal among the rocks
and around the points of precipices. It was, in
fact, a very wild and desolate-looking place ; and
pretty soon Lucy began to be afraid. She did
not know exactly what she was afraid of, but she
began to wish that she had staid down below with
her mother.

She was not much accustomed to rocks and
mountains, and there was something frightful to
her in the ragged precipices, the gloomy thickets,
and particularly in a dark ravine, which she could
look down into in one place. Besides, she
thought that perhaps there might be some bears
there,

She did not, however, like to acknowledge t to
Comfort that she was afraid. So, after they had
been walking along a little while, she said, —

“ How much farther is it, Comfort ?”

“ Not a great way. Why, are you tired?”

“ Why, no,” said Lucy, “not exactly ; but I
wish my mother had come too.”

So do I,” said Comfort ; “she would like the
prospect, I know. We can see away down to
the lower falls.”

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