Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Sunday February 25, 1912 (continued)

mottled with grey lichens; the top by this time was weather blackened but as yet was as hard as when cut. Needless to say, I climbed up and sat down. Around the stump were quite a few dry stalks of dried mullein, which seemed like some beings, sti­ffened and angry at any intrusion. The view here westward is excellent, which I have described before. What held me was the constant roar of the cataract. Its fascination for me had cast me in a delightful stupor,and all I wanted to do was to sit and listen.

     Presently the torrent of water fairly lured me away from the stump and I got down to follow it upwards. In many places it was almost choked up by tangles of briers and grapevines. Minature Waterfalls,followed by rippling rapids were formed from time to time as the earth softened and gave way or as the creek increased. Near the top of the hill three or four smaller rivulets united to form the larger one; I followed the largest upwards to the top of the hill. Just at the