A little further, and the bed of the rivulet ended in the same fashion.
They had come to a bank breast-high, and over it the valley was no longer to be seen.

It was withdrawn cleanly and completely.

In its place was sky and boundless atmosphere; and perpendicularly down beneath them--small and far off--lay the corrugated surface of the Atlantic.
The small stream here found its death.

Running over the precipice it was dispersed in spray before it was half-way down, and falling like rain upon projecting ledges, made minute grassy meadows of them.

At the bottom the water-drops soaked away amid the debris of the cliff.