turns to wind it’s way down  across the hollow, the bank is raw and void of any vegetation. The sun had become warmer now, and the clayey stick bank, melting rapidly, was dripping with bright water which itself had a sticky sound to it. Occasionally tiny pieces of earth came loose and rolled down, and then at times a whole mass wou1d suddenly fall with a roar, and then the constant sticky dripping would continue. An overwhelming desire to visit the Bottom now took possession of me, and I decided to go. What would they be on such a day!
     With renewed quickness I strode rapidly up the road. Almost to the top, I decided I would rather much go thru the hollow. So down again I came as rapidly, turning off in the depth of the hollow to follow the streams edge. Set in the side of the hill here is the Mine, now gone to ruin.  Peering in its dark and gloomy depth I saw a lot of ice formations, to get a better view of which I entered the mine. They might well be compared to the stalagmites of some natural cave and were formed in the same matter. From the rocky roof above water had dropped during the cold weather and as it struck the ground had frozen, the process con-