A meandering stream of water, that had escaped from the city above plunged, hissing, into the sea, sending rolling clouds of steam into the hot, sulfurous air.

The stream can be followed down towards the railway viaduct, the drab surroundings being suddenly and unexpectedly relieved when the stream, innocuous thus far, plunges over the edge of a limestone gorge.

The stream plunged into a mass of tall trees.

It is as though a stream had plunged suddenly from some bright valley into the bosom of a mountain side and there vanished from the ken of man.

Only a short way on, that stream must plunge over the second cliff to the lower level, doubtless going to feed one of the rain lakes.

Further to the left, at about twice the distance as from the first falls to the second, another large stream plunges into the canyon.

Flowing northeast through the gorge, the stream plunges over three waterfalls before emerging from the narrows and curving sharply again to the southeast.

On the high flanks of the ridge the thick canopy of the rain forest gave way to slender pines where clear streams plunged from pool to pool over granite boulders.

I followed one five miles up and back to the Savica Waterfall, where streams of white water plunged 236 feet over a wall of rock.

The stream plunged over the edge and plummeted so far that there was no sound of its landing.