After the hampers had been repacked and stowed away in the carriages, they with the horses were left in the shade while the party walked to “High Falls,” at no great distance from the camp.  “High Falls,” a beautiful waterfall about thirty feet high and fifty feet wide, is situated several hundred feet east of the Ringing Rocks.  The water, before dashing below, passes over a large, solid, level floor of rock.  After gazing at the Falls and picturesque surroundings, they searched through the woods for the Ringing Rocks, a peculiar formation of rocks of irregular shape and size, branching out from a common centre in four directions.  The rocks vary in size from a few pounds to several tons in weight.  Arriving there, Aunt Sarah said:  “Ralph, you will now find use for the hammer which I asked you to bring.”  Ralph struck different rocks with the hammer, and Fritz Schmidt struck rocks with other pieces of rock, and all gave a peculiar metallic sound, the tones of each being different.  The rocks are piled upon each other to an unknown depth, not a particle of earth being found between them, and not a bush or spear of grass to be seen.  They occupy a space of about four and a half acres and are a natural curiosity well worth seeing.  The young folks scrambled over the rocks for a time, and, having made them ring to their hearts’ content, were satisfied to return to camp and supper.

[Illustration:  Big rock at rocky Dale]

“Not far distant from High Falls,” said John Landis, when all were comfortably seated near the table, with a sandwich in hand, “is a place called Roaring Rocks, also a freak of nature.  I remember, when a boy, I always went there in the fall of the year, after the first hard frost, to pick persimmons.  The water could he distinctly heard running underneath the rocks at a considerable depth.”

Ralph Jackson remarked to Aunt Sarah:  “I never imagined there were so many interesting, natural features right here in Bucks County.”

“Oh, yes,” exclaimed the impressible Fritz Schmidt, “we have a few things besides pigs and potatoes.”

“Yes, Ralph,” said the Professor, “there are still several places of interest you will like to see.  ‘Stony Garden’ is another very interesting freak of nature.  It is about two and a half miles from the small town of ‘Snitzbachsville,’ as Fritz calls the hamlet, and ’tis a wild spot.  About an acre is covered with trap rock.  The stones are of odd shapes and sizes and appear as if thrown into the forest in the wildest confusion.  No earth or vegetation is found about them.  ’Tis said the rocks are similar to those found at Fingal’s Cave, Ireland, and also at the Palisades on the Hudson, and are not found anywhere else in this section of the country.”

“And Ralph,” said Fritz, “I want to show you ‘Big Rock,’ at Avondale, where a party of us boys camped one summer for two weeks.  Oh! but I remember the good pies given us by a farmer’s wife who sold us milk and eggs, and who lived just across the fields from our camp.”