The banks were picturesque and beautiful, being overhung with trees in some places, and in others presenting verdant slopes, down to the water's edge.
"That's a good pond to go a-fishing in," said Marco.
"Yes," said Forester, "and it makes fine skating ground in the winter." Marco and Forester followed the banks of the mill-pond, until they came to the end of the still water; beyond that they saw a rapid running stream, coming down from the mountains.

Marco wished to follow this stream up farther, to see what they would come to, and Forester consented.

The ground ascended more and more the farther they proceeded, and the view began to be shut in by forests, precipices and mountains.

Marco liked clambering over the rocks, and he found a great deal to interest him at every step of the way.

He saw several squirrels and one rabbit.