A walk of a mile and a half downwards through the romantic glen, conducts us to

Lydford Cascade.

Here a small stream, whose source is on Black Down, glides over the face of the rock, a hundred and ten feet above us, by two leaps of unequal length, presenting the appearance of one continued stream of foam, framed by leaves and ferns; the whiteness of the water is strikingly contrasted against the black face of the rock. As a rule, there is not much water in the fall; but the miller above keeps the stream penned up to drive his wheel, and the silver key will open his floodgates and add to the volume and impetuosity of the cascade. It is too perpendicular, from an artist's point of view, and the glen is somewhat confined, so that it is scarcely practical to view it obliquely; but for all that it is an exceedingly graceful fall (its local poetical name, the White Lady, is very appropriate); and it is the highest in the West. Owing to the valley being so narrow, the cascade is not seen till one is close upon it, [...]

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