- they began to climb.... the stream hurrying down from Kanchenjunga fell far more steeply than the little beck that had led the able-seaman and the boy to the discovery of Swallowdale. It dropped sometimes ten, twenty feet at a time into pools from the white foam spirted high in air to meet it.
- They came suddenly out of the trees into a ravine of naked stone and heather. Susan asks I suppose this is the place for the camp?
There is a pool nearby with a tiny waterfall where they wash in the morning, in very cold water (SD26).