The steamboat was in full view again, and by reason of the vast surface of sea their higher position uncovered it seemed almost close to the shore.
'Over that edge,' said Knight, 'where nothing but vacancy appears, is a moving compact mass.

The wind strikes the face of the rock, runs up it, rises like a fountain to a height far above our heads, curls over us in an arch, and disperses behind us.

In fact, an inverted cascade is there--as perfect as the Niagara Falls--but rising instead of falling, and air instead of water.

Now look here.' Knight threw a stone over the bank, aiming it as if to go onward over the cliff.

Reaching the verge, it towered into the air like a bird, turned back, and alighted on the ground behind them.