"On it came, almost leisurely, and before it the soaring dam crumbled like sand, collapsing down and outward and joining the rushing juggernaut of timber and water, so that afterward chunks of concrete weighing more than a ton were scattered along the riverbanks for hundreds of yards downstream. The entire bluff quaked with the shock of the impact, and then there was only the roar of the river rushing unimpeded through the notch, roaring as it had roared in spate since before Twilight Anderson or any other man, red or white, had been there to hear it, since before any person had heard of Vermont or New England or America."
-Howard Frank Mosher