J. Allan Dunn, Doom Canyon — Chapter VII (1925)
“ At its head was the cliff down which rushed the fall from mysterious sources that only the eagle and the buzzard knew—a never failing supply. At its foot was a smooth-lipped outlet between low ledges where the creek commenced, coming out with oily smoothness in one surging wave. It was all streaked with foam and dark with suggestion of slippery sides tunneling down to the bottom. Man and horse, or man alone, once in that whirling pool, would be, one could imagine, like a rat in a bucket. ”
