midnight
The sides of the mountains are barren cliffs ; and from their cloud-capped summits , unheard amid the roar of the great torrent below , come streams of snowwhite foam , leaping from rock to rock , like the mountain chamois . As you advance , the scene grows wilder and more desolate . There is not a tree in sight , -- not a human habitation . Clouds , black as midnight , lower upon you from the ravines overhead ; and the mountain torrent beneath is but a sheet of foam , and sends up an incessant roar . A sudden turn in the road brings you in sight of a lofty bridge , stepping from cliff to cliff with a single stride . A fearful cataract howls beneath it , like an evil spirit , and fills the air with mist ; and the mountain wind claps its hands and shrieks through the narrow pass , Ha ! ha !