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Dwyer, James Francis

"The White Waterfall"

It wasn't white by any means, but in those inky depths
it would not require a great effort of the imagination to call it white.
The faint luminous flashes were the only particles of light that we had
seen since Leith had thrown the half-extinguished torch into the hole
that morning, and we could hardly turn our eyes from the novelty.
The water fell into an opening in the rocky floor, and gurgled away into
depths that made us shiver as the distant tinkle came up to us as we
crept forward on hands and knees. We were all thirsty at that moment,
but we wished to put the directions of the Maori to an immediate test,
and we were satisfied to let our longing for a cool drink stay with us
till we could prove whether the strangely luminous waterfall before us
was the one about which the two natives chanted the strange song.
"They said to the left, didn't they?" asked Holman.
"Yes," I answered. I hardly recognized my own voice as I jerked out the
word. I couldn't see the faces of the girls, but I understood what
skyscrapers of hope they had built upon the announcement I had made when
Edith had told of her discovery.


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