From a Photo taken with a No. 5 Poco Camera by M. Heavisides. Moving on again, Meldon Fell, a fine rounded mountain, comes prominently into view. Here I pass an old toll-house near a cottage, and am in full view of the first guide-post which directs the way to Cauldron Snout. On again, stepping from stone to stone to avoid the numerous pools and treacherous soft places, I soon reach the famous Cauldron Snout. I first view the weird scene from the wooden plank bridge then carefully step from rock to rock, survey it from below the final fan-like cascade, from which position my photograph is secured. Above the fall, the Tees makes a sharp turn, rushing furiously down the weather-beaten walls of basalt, where, leaping from rock to rock, the water is churned until it becomes whiter and whiter; and by the time it reaches the cataract it is snowy white. The fall is 200 feet.