stream-hammered

Updated: May 3, 2025

I felt the stout redwood bend at every stroke, my lungs seemed bursting, and there was a mist before my eyes, but it was borne in on me that I had come too late, and that already no earthly power could snatch us from the cañon. Hemlock and boulder, stream-hammered reef and pine, flitted by, closing in on one another along the half-seen shore.

Harold Bindloss - Lorimer of the Northwest