The sun had quite set when I got to the bottom of it.

It was very still--not a leaf was stirring anywhere.
In the bed of the mountain torrent I thought I might find water.

I came to the bank, and leaped down into the dry bed.

The floor on which I stood was of fine white sand, and the banks rose on every side like the walls of a room.
"Above there was a precipice of rocks, and a tiny stream of water oozed from them and fell slowly on to the flat stone below.

Each drop you could hear fall like a little silver bell.