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GENERAL VIEW OF THE FALLS AND VESTIBULE. 



NIAGARA 

ITS HISTORY, INCIDENTS AND POETRY 

By RICHARD L. JOHNSON 

Illustrated by a Reproduction in Original Colors of F. E. Church's Famous Painting, " Niagara Falls," (in The 
Corcoran Gallery of Art), by the Photogravure & Color Co.; by Photogravures in Tint from Original 
Photographs by Ernest Pldwards, made by The Photogravure & Color Co., New York ; 
by Half-Tones from Original Photographs by Soule, Ernest Edwards and 
The Mathews-Northrup Co., made by Gatchel & Manning, Phila- 
delphia ; The Mathews-Northrup Co., Buffalo; The 
Maurice Joyce Engraving Co., Washington 

WALTER NEALE 

General Booh publisber 

707 G Street, N. W. 

WASHINGTON, D. C. 

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COPYRIGHT, \t 

BY 

WALTER NEALE & RICHARD LEWIS JOHNSON 

(ALL RIGHTS RESERVED) 



PUBLISHERS" ANNOUNCEMENT 



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In announcing Mr. Johnson's book on Niagara, the publishers believe they 
are offering the public the most complete and artistic work of the kind ever 
attempted. The history of the great cataract, and its legends and incidents, 
are of absorbing interest, and have been told in a charming style. In it will be 
found all of the best poetry written on the Falls, with choicest extracts from the 
best prose writers. A complete guide, showing how to see Niagara aright, 
will be found in the last chapter of the book. It was written by one thoroughly 
familar with the place, having visited Niagara not less than forty times. 

The illustrations are the finest that money, talent and time can command. 
Attention is called to the cover, upon which is a reproduction in color-photo- 
graphy of F. E. Church's painting, " Niagara Falls." The half-tones are from 
original photographs by some of the best known artists in America, and the 
plate-makers stand at the head of their profession. 

In short, it is a book full of the most gorgeous and brilliant descriptions 
of Nature's Greatest Wonder in prose, poetry and art. 



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DEDICATION. 

TTO Lord Dufferin, who, while Governor General of Can- 
ada, to protect visitors to Niagara Falls from imiDosi- 
tion and extortion, urged the purchase by the Legislatures 
of New York State, and of Ontario, of the property adja- 
cent thereto, and its conversion into an International Park, 
to be forever free to the pilgrims of the world, and which 
was consummated in 1885, this poem is dedicated as a 
tribute of gratitude by the author. 



WORKS CONSULTED. 



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Reference in the course of these verses and notes to historical facts, gathered from various 

sources, recjuires that special mention be made of the works consulted. This is done as a matter 

of justice as well as courtesy ; besides, it will aid those interested in securing much valuable data, 
should they desire to make further research. 



"Johnson's Cyclopedia." D. Appleton Co., New York. 

"The University of Literature." J. S. Barcus Co., New York. 

"Niagara, its History, Geology and Poetry," George W. Holley. A. C. Armstrong & Son, New York. 
" Niagara Falls and their History," Prof. G. K. Gilbert. American Book Co., New York. 
"A Suggestion," September 12, 1882. New York Tribune. 

" Niagara and Other Poems," George Houghton. Houghton, Mifflin & Co., New York. 
" Niagara, a Poem," C. H. H. Bulkley. Leavitt, Trow & Co., New York. 
" Notes on Niagara." R. Lespinasse, Chicago. 

" Poems of Places," Henry W. Longfellow. Houghton, Osgood & Co., Boston. 
" Century Cyclopedia of Names." Century Pub. Co., New York. 



TABLE OF CONTENTS. 













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Publishers' Announcement, ..... 3 


Dedication, . . . . . . ■ 5 


Works consulted, 










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Preface, .... 










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History of Niagara Falls, . 










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Discovery, . 










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Magnitude, . 










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Volume, 










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Dimensions, 










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Change of Form, 










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Retrocession and Age, 










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Utilization, . 










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Niagara in Winter, 










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Cave of the Winds, 










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Freed from Extortion, 










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Bridges and Steel Tower, 










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Goat Island, 










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Terrapin Tower, . 










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Poetry on Niagara, 








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Apostrophe to Niagara. By R. L. Johnson, 


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Niagara. By Henry Howard Brownell, 


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Avery. By William Dean 1 


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Niagara. By Thomas Gold Appleton, 

Ode to Niagara. By Jose Maria Heredia, . 

The Cataract Isle. By Christopher Pearse Cranch 

Poem by Colonel Porter, .... 

Poem by Lydia Huntley Sigournej , . 

Poem by A. S. Ridgely, .... 

Creation's Pride. By Wilhelm Meistei , 

Poem by James Silk Buckingham, 

Poem by John Gardiner Calkins Brainard, 

Apostrophe to Niagara. By Phoebe A. Hanaford 

Niagara Falls. By Lord Morpeth, 

Goat Island. By Thomas Gold Appleton, 

Poem by Thomas Moore, .... 

Poem by Martin F. Tupper. Niagara, 

Poem by Willis Gaylord Clark, 

Incidents of Interest, . 

A Remarkable Phenomenon, 
Tradition, . . . 

Blondin and the Prince of Wales, 

Niagara Falls' Bridges, 

How to see the Falls aright. 

Principal Hotels, 



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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 



Reproduction of Church's " Niagara," . on face of cover 
General View of the Falls and Vestibule, . frontispiece 

Niagara by Moonlight facing p. ii 

Up the Rapids, ...... "14 

Fac-simile of a View of Niagara Falls by Father 

Hennepin in 1678 facing p. 19 

American Fall, ...... "20 

Gorge from Prospect Point, ... "20 

Section of Horse Shoe Fall, ... "22 

A Winter Scene, ..... "24 

Winter Foliage at Niagara, ... "26 

Scene on Goat Island, .... "28 

Suspension Foot and Carriage Bridge, . " 28 

The Horse Shoe, ..... "28 

Niagara River, "29 

View of old Tower, Terrapin Bridge and Horse 

Shoe Falls in 1837, .... facing p. 31 
Goat Island from Prospect Park, . . "35 

Horse Shoe Fall in Winter, ... "3/ 



Ice Apples facing p. 38 

A Phosphorescent Dream, Moonlight, " 39 

The Spring in Goat Island, 
Rapids above the Falls, 

The Bridal Veil 

Rapids above the American Fall, 

American Fall in Winter, . 

On Goat Island, ..... 

Horse Shoe Fall from Canadian Side, 

Rapids at Three Sister Islands, . 

The Bridal Gown, .... 

Rapids above Horse Shoe Fall, . 

On Goat Island, ..... 

Maid of the Mist, .... 

The Indian's Sacrifice to Niagara's Gods, 

American and Horse Shoe Falls, 

The Three Graces, .... 

American Fall, Goat Island and Horse Shoe Fall, 

The Three Sister Islands, . 

Winter Foliage at the Horse Shoe, 



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NIAGARA BY MOONLIGHT. 



PREFACE. 



"// is without a parallel." — Father Hennepin, 1678. 




r was Lord Byron, who, on being introduced to an American in Italy, began eagerly to 
question him about Niagara Falls, and on being told that he had never seen them, turned 
on his heel with an oath of unutterable distrust at the thoucrht of a man comine from 
America to Europe to view its wonders, without having first seen that "wonder of the world" in his 
own country. A greater combined idiot and cheap mountebank never existed than the American who 
goes into feigned ecstasies over the lakes and crags of Switzerland, or into raptures over the palaces 
of Spain, when abroad, while he has never seen, or cared to see Niagara. Any description of 
Niagara Falls approaching the beautiful and graphic, interspersed with the historical, is of absorbing 
interest, for it seems to be the crowning glory of the work of the Almighty, designed to lift man's 
soul out of the terrestrial into the realms of the celestial. Here omnipotent generosity seems to 
have exhausted itself. The surrounding pavilion holds the most beautiful and magnificent creation in 
all the (;arth. .Standing on the deck of the " Maid of the Mist," within the vestibule of the falling 



and thundering cataract, man is impressed as nowhere else with his own comparative insignificance. 
He is within the "Holy of Holies," in the presence of the Infinite. 

From the remotest domains of the earth pilgrims have come to visit this shrine of enchantment, 
and have returned, overwhelmed, as never before, with a sense of the surpassing power of nature 
in perpetual motion. Many return again and again, as has the writer, to catch new inspiration from 
this wonderful scene of grandeur and sublimity. The glory of it is inexhaustible, and daily shows 
some new beauty which awakens a vast variety of emotions. It is the enchanted ground of eternal 
goodness. It speaks to the soul of joy, love and fear ; of life, death and immortality. The 
Three Sister Islands represent Faith, Hope and Charity. A deep tide of reflection solemnizes and 
absorbs the mind on contemplating it. It can only be compared to the cataract of mind, of soul, 
emanating from the Infinite, from age to age, through every channel of human existence, sometimes 
enveloped in fog, then revelling in sunshine, then subdued by moonlight ; sometimes wandering in 
darkness and uncertainty ; but at last, let us hope, emerging into the valley of Hope and Gladness, 
destined to flow onward forever, till entering at last the River of Life, 

"All cleansed in its pure waters, to the land, where, joyful, they shall all be moored at last." 

The ever-revolving crystal sea of falling waters, viewed from the Canadian side, presents the 
appearance of carded wool hanging from the loom of nature's greatest scene of energy and unconfined 



activity. It is the chronometer of God measuring his ages backward. The gorge, its dial-plate, 
records correctly its past centuries. Man would fain compute them, but, so far, has only learned the 
alphabet of Niagara's creation. Sir Charles Lyell says : 

" Niagara teaches us not merely to appreciate the power of moving water, but furnishes 
us at the same time with data for estimating the enormous lapse of ages during which that 
force has operated." 

Many poets have attempted to describe Niagara, but always with a feeling of their utter 
inability. The human mind gets beyond its orbit of limitation in attempting the task ; language is 
inadequate. 

Without a doubt, the most beautiful and graphic poem ever written on Niagara is that composed 
by Brainard, and, strange to say, he never saw the cataract. While editor of the " Connecticut Mirror," 
of Hartford, in 1823, it is said that one day, while the printer's devil was calling for copy, Brainard 
was admiring a picture of Niagara. Its inspiration was on him, and he told the boy to return in fifteen 
minutes, within which time he dashed off the nineteen lines which made him famous. 

The next two in order of merit were written by Mrs. Phoebe A. Hanaford and Mrs. Lydia H. 
Sigourney, the former a Universalist clergywoman, and it voices the sentiments of her beautiful faith. 
The latter wrote her celebrated poem in 1834, while sitting on Table Rock, which fell in June, 1850 

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The author of " Lalla Rookh," in 1S04, was moved to write the first poem on Niagara of which 
history snakes nientio7i, the following lines being a fair example : 

" There, amid the island sedge, 
Just above the cataract's edge, 
Where the foot of Hving man 
Never trod since time began, 
Lone I sit at close of day," etc. 

Jose Maria Heredia's Spanish poem, translated by Bryant, is a beautiful contribution laid on the 
altar of Niagara. The best collection of poems on the subject is found in " Poems of Places," edited 
by Henry W. Longfellow, 1879. With the exception of Mrs. Hanaford's, all poems of note on Niagara 
known to the writer are contained therein, and blank verse is the prevailing form of versification. It 
is a question among critics which is the better poem, Brainard's or Mrs. Hanaford's, though the latter 
is little known. 

Among the comic and witty rhymes about Niagara, the following is a fair example. The author 
of these lines evidently had a practical turn of mind : 

" To view Niagara Falls, one day 
A Parson and a Tailor took their way. 
The Parson cried, while rapt in wonder. 
And list'ning to the Cataract's thunder, 

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' Lord, how thy works amaze our eyes, 

And fill our hearts with vast surprise ! ' 

The Tailor merely made this note : 
'Lord! what a place to sponge a coat!'" 

Prose writers without number have essayed descriptions, but the full majesty of the 
" Cyclopean torrent " has never been made manifest. Charles Dickens was among those overpowered 
with the wonders of Niagara. He writes : 

" The golden arches which the changing rainbows make glow like molten gold when the 
sun is on them, but always does the mighty stream appear to die as it comes down, and 
always from its unfathomable gorge arises that tremendous Ghost of mist and spray which 
is never laid." — American Notes. 

The artist's pencil must delineate and assist the poet in depicting the salient beauties of Niagara, 
otherwise the attempt is futile. The theme is indescribable, though not imapproachable. This is one 
more added to the many attempts to describe Niagara in prose and verse, pardonable, perhaps, because 
it is historical and illustrative as well as descriptive. How far the effort has been successful is left 
for the reader to determine. It is a labor of love, but is given to the public with a feeling of regret 
that it is not more worthy of the subject. R. L. J. 

Washington, U. C, May i, i8g8. 



HISTORY OF NIAGARA FALLS. 




FAC-SIMILE OF A VIEW OF NIAGARA FALLS, BY FATHER HENNEPIN, 1678. 




THE HISTORY OF NIAGARA FALLS. 

DISCOVERY. 

TRICTLY speaking, Father Hennepin was not tlie first European to discover Niagara (with 

apologies to the cyclopedias, to the contrary), but he was the first to transmit to us, by 

the " art preservative of all arts," the first vivid description of it. On a map attached to 

his voyages, published in 1613, Samuel Champlain indicates the position of the Cataract, calling it merely 

a waterfall, 

"So very high that many kinds of fish are stunned in its descent." 

In 1648, the Jesuit Father Ragueneau, in a letter to the Superior of the Mission, at Paris, 
refers to a " Cataract of frightful height " between Lakes Erie and Ontario. 

Father Hennepin's exaggerated account of it is accompanied by a sketch which, in its principal 
outlines, was at the time undoubtedly accurate, though its perspective and proportions are quite the 
reverse. He says, among other things, referring to Goat Island : 

" From the end of this island it is that these two great falls of water, as also the third, 
throw themselves, after a most surprising manner, down into the dreadful gulph, six hundred 
feet and more in depth." 

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Baron La Hontan, in the autumn of 1687, wrote a more exaggerated account of it tlian did 
Father Hennepin. He says : 

"As for the waterfall of Niagara, 'tis seven or eight hundred feet high, and half a league 
wide." 

We must remember, however, that these grand and brave old explorers were men who were 
little accustomed to estimating distances, especially heights ; therefore, exaggeration was excusable in 
them. A view from below the Falls will, even to-day, produce an exaggerated impression of its height. 

MAGNITUDE. 

What are such vast structures as the Pharos of Alexandria, the Tower of Babel, or the Pyramids 
of Egypt, (the latter the only specimens of the cyclopean age of architecture left standing to this day), 
to Niagara? If the term cyclopean has been properly applied to them, to indicate their vastness, how 
much more appropriately can it be applied to Niagara, of which Father Louis Hennepin, on discovering 
it in the winter of 1678, wrote : 

" Betwixt the Lakes Ontario and Erie there is a vast and prodigious cadence of water which 
falls down after a surprising and astonishing manner, insomuch that the universe does not afford 
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VOLUME. 

If we contemplate the vast avalanche of falling waters rushing over the precipice, estimated by 
the U. S. Lake Survey at 280,000 cubic feet per second, or in weight one hundred million tons per 
hour, or if we consider that all the coal mined in the world, each day, would be required to gene- 
rate steam sutificient to operate pumping machinery to pump back the water that flows over the 
Cataract, it will not tax the mind very much to imagine Niagara quenching the most violent volcano 
in a few hours. It certainly would be a terrific and tragic contest of the elements — fire and water. 
Who would question the result ? 

DIMENSIONS. 

The river, 30 miles in length, is the channel through which the waters of Lake Erie and its 
three sisters flow into Lake Ontario. The total fall of the river is 334 feet, the greater part of 
the descent being confined to the distance of eight miles. Three distinct waterfalls form a tri-unity 
of wonders. The Horse Shoe Fall, the largest, in the direct course of the river, has a descent of 
154 feet, and is 3,010 feet across the curved line, or 1,230 feet across the chord, according to U. S. 
Lake Survey. The American Fall is 1,060 feet wide, including Luna Island and the Central Fall 
beyond, each of the latter Falls having a cadence of 163 feet. The two latter are separated from 
the Horse Shoe Falls by Goat Island, formerly and more appropriately named Iris Island. — See chapter 
on Goat Island. 



CHANGE OF FORM. 

The general form of the Falls is slowly changing from age to age. When good Father Hen- 
nepin, with his portable chapel on his back, saw them 220 years ago, they presented little of that 
curved and indented outline which now forms their most striking peculiarity. The Horse Shoe Fall 
extended in nearly a straight line from the head of Goat Island to Table Rock, which terminated in 
a bluff that turned a portion of the water from its direct course, forming another cataract which fell 
to the east. A century later, this projecting rock had disappeared, but the spot which it occupied 
is distinctly traceable to-day. From the character of the strata through which the water has slowly 
worn its way back, we learn what must have been the appearance of the Fall at any period of its 
history. Whether it overcame the descent of 350 feet at Lewiston at a single leap, or by three 
cataracts separated by intervening rapids, is a question which geologists have not determined. When 
the Falls occupied the position of the Whirlpool, three miles below their present site, the descent was 
greater than at any period before or since. But there could never have been a period when their 
beauty equalled that which is presented to-day. The immense breadth of the sheet of falling water, 
its graceful sweep of curves, and the picturesque islands above that stud the brink, belong solely to 
our present cataract. 




SECTION OF HORSE SHOE FALL. 



RETROCESSION AND AGE. 

Sir Charles Lyell, the emhient EngHsh geologist, says : 

" Mr. Blackwell, son of the eminent geologist of that name, who made the first attempt 
to calculate from observations of forty years' residence, 1790-1830, at the Falls, and who 
had been the first settler there, says that the Cataract had, during that period, gone back 
about a yard annually. During my visit to the spot in 1841— 2, I came to the conclusion 
that the average of one foot a year would be a much more probable conjecture. In that 
case it would have required 35,000 years for the retreat of the Falls from the escarpment 
of Queenston to their present site. At some points it may have receded much faster than 
at present, but, in general, its progress was generally slower, because the Cataract, when 
it began to recede, must have had nearly twice its present height, and, therefore, twice the 
quantity of rock to remove." — Prin. of Geology, Lyell, 1875, Vol. I., pp. 354-6. 

Mr. George W. Holley computed that from 1678 to 1853, 12,000,000 cubic feet of rock 
had fallen away. This would cover a surface of 1,000 feet by 160 feet to the depth of 76 
feet. At this rate the required time to cut back 6 miles would be 72,000 years; a mere 
shadow of time compared with the age of the coralline limestone over which the water 
flows. From other data Doctor J. H. Spencer computes the age of Niagara at 32,000 
years. Mr. Warren Upham, with the same facts before him, thinks 7,000 years a more 
reasonable estimate, and this is the most conservative estimate ever made. Mr. B. F. 
Taylor is of the opinion that Mr. Upham's figures should be multiplied by a number 
consisting of tens rather than units. Geologists have lately estimated, after a careful 
figuration, that the annual recession taking place now is two and one-tenth feet. 



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The age of Niagara, like that of a woman, is a very interesting question ; God only knows how- 
old it is. Yet, seeing that it was discovered less than 250 years ago, in comparison with its great 
age, it is but as yesterday that the white man first saw it. According to Profs. Agassiz and Elie 
De Beaumont, America is the old world rather than the new, and this section of the American con- 
tinent was one of the first portions of it to be lifted into the genial light of the sun. Prof Lyell says: 

"The Alps, the Pyrenees, the Himalayas, have not only begun to exist as lofty 
mountain chains, but the solid materials of which they are composed have been slowly 
elaborated beneath the sea within the stupendous interval of ages here alluded to." 

Long before the Pyramids of Egypt graced the valley of the Nile, Niagara existed, resplendent 
in glory, thundering with irresistible power, within a short distance of where it stands to-day. 

UTILIZATION. 

This is a utilitarian age ; an era of trusts and combines of various types, the great majority 
of which are fostered by avarice and promoted for gain. The question of power is one of the greatest 
problems of to-day. To acquire power in the financial world some will sacrifice honor and integrity 
to secure it. To procure power in the realm of the physical, some are willing to sacrifice and even 
mutilate the most beautiful thing in nature. Abundant proof of this latter statement is to be found 
at the Falls to-day. For many years mechanical engineers have had their eyes centred on the energy 
wasted by the Cataract. Capitalists have been casting covetous eyes upon it, and the result of this 

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concentration of vision and interests is tliat the grandest spectacle on tlie American continent, 
" Creation's Masterpiece," is being slowly but surely destroyed by the greed of gain. 

Mechanical ingenuity, backed by millions of dollars, has started this, the greatest power plant 
the Almighty ever put in motion, to work, to earn its daily bread ; not by the sweat of its brow, 
but by the loss of its very life-blood. Leeches, in the form of pen stocks and sluice gates, are sucking 
at its very heart. True, at present, it shows no visible sign of impending collapse or loss of beauty, 
but only increase the number of leeches to any great extent, and the Cataract will be a thing of the 
past, the bare stage only left, its grand and picturesque curtain rolled up forever. From the stand- 
point of the naturalist, as well as of the poet, it seems a sacrilege to divert any part of the rushing, 
roaring and leaping waters from their divinely appointed destiny to bound the precipice and plunge 
headlong to the world below. We cannot tolerate or view with composure the indignity of turning 
Niagara into a slave of commerce. This International Gem seems to be the ideal birthplace and 
natural home of liberty. It is to-day free and unconfined, and untarnished by extortion of any kind. 
The Cataract, her cradle, should be protected from the destroying hand of the iconoclast even if he 
does come in the garb of the Prince of Progress. 

"* * * Amazement, terror, fill, Lie open and revealed. Himself far less — 

Impress and overcome the gazer's soul. Kneeling before thy great confessional — 

Man's schemes and dreams and petty littleness Than are the bubbles of the passing tides." 

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NIAGARA IN WINTER. 

Visitors who have seen Niagara in summer only, have byt half seen it. In winter the accessories 
to its grandeur and sublimity are numerous and varied, and greatly enhance its beauty. Stalactites 
and stalagmites, surpassingly beautiful, hang from or apparently support the projecting rocks along the 
walls of the deep chasm, white caps and hoods form on the rocks which fill the river above the brink 
of the Falls. Fanciful statuary, and all kinds of imaginable forms, gather on and around the trees 
and bushes, which are robed in white vestments of frozen spray too beautiful for description. Clusters 
of ice apples hang from the branches of evergreen trees, and, under the pale beams of the queen of 
night, glisten like moonstones. In the pure white congealed spray the sunlight has been caught and 
frozen, and where an angle or a curve is thrown into shadow, one can see where a rainbow has been 
caught, caged and frozen. Fringed ice moss, frost spines, opalescent ice cones, translucent ice columns 
in all the most bewitching forms are to be seen at every angle of the compass. The ice bridges and 
mountains are something wonderful. In 1856 the ice formed on the rocks and at the brow of the 
American Fall to the height of ninety-five feet. During any exceedingly cold winter the ice will form 
and fill the whole of the chasm from the railway Suspension Bridge up to and past the American 
Fall. The almost omnipotent power of the hydrostatic press is forcibly displayed in the spring when 
the ice breaks up and commences to move. Invisible though its motion appears, its force is invincible. 
The stupendous weight of moving ice, sometimes exceeding 100 feet below the water line, grinds to 

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powder huge bowlders weighing hundreds of tons. No wonder the river keeps its channel clear of 
the chips that fall from its great workshop at the cataract. 

CAVE OF THE WINDS. 

The Cave of the Winds is a phenomenon never to be forgotten by any one who has ever 
passed through it. Travellers pass behind the sheet of water hemmed in between the American and 
Horse Shoe Fall, under Luna Island, where they enter it. Nowhere else in the world are the 
prismatic hues of the rainbow exhibited in such profusion, variety and surpassing brilliancy as here. 
Rainbow dust, bars and arches are forming and flashing, breaking and reforming, dancing and 
swimming around the beholder in all the most delightful confusion of figures imaginable. It is probably 
the only place in all the world where a complete rainbow circle can be seen, but here they are in 
profusion. The water in front falling from heights above with terrific force to depths unfathomable 
beneath, speaks to the soul of the beholder as the voice of God. In old ocean's storms deep calleth 
unto deep, but not so powerfully as here, or with a voice so continuous and awfully majestic. 

FREED FROM EXTORTION. 

Imagination carries us back to the time when Niagara was in its primeval state before the 
advent of the white man, when its banks were inhabited by the aborigines, who named it Ni-ag-ha-ra, 
meaning the Great Thunderer. It had not yet become a place where extortion was practiced, but 

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subsequently did when the white man got possession of the property and taxed his neighbors and 

the pilgrims of distant lands who came to view this cynosure. Lord Dufferin, while Governor-General 

of Canada, 1872-78, viewed with abliorrence the extortion practiced at Niagara, and started the 

movement which at last made it free to visitors forever, by purchase. The New York State Park 

comprises 107 acres. Queen Victoria Park, 154 acres. These two constitute the International Park 

which was established by the governments of the United States and Canada in 1885-87, at a total 

cost of $1,870,242.74. 

BRIDGES AND STEEL TOWER. 

Two suspension and one cantilever bridge span the gorge of Niagara at short distances below 

the Falls, and lately a magnificent steel tower about 300 feet high has been erected adjacent to 

Prospect Park, from the top of which a bird's-eye view can be obtained of the whole valley of the 

river from Lake Erie to Lake Ontario. Queenston Heights, about seven miles below, from whence 

Niagara started to cut its way backwards to its present position, can be seen crowned by the beautiful 

monument erected to the memory of General Sir Isaac Brock. We can fancy that Hennepin would 

have been delighted with this view could he have seen it in his day. 

GOAT ISLAND. 

This beautifully wooded island stands in the middle of the Falls. In 1678, when Hennepin first 
saw the F"alls, it is said to have contained about two hundred and fifty acres of land. At the present 

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date it contains about seventy acres. In 1815 General Porter, who acted as Commissioner of the United 
States at tlie Treaty of Ghent, named it Iris Island, and it was so printed on the boundary maps of 
that period. The boundary line between Great Britain and the United States on the Niagara frontier 
was located by the Treaty of Ghent to run through the deepest water along the river courses, and 
through the center of the Great Lakes. As the deepest water at Niagara Falls is through the center 
of the Horse Shoe Fall, this and other adjacent islands became the property of the United States. 

Mr. John Stedman, one of the earliest American settlers on this wonderful frontier land, brave, 
fearless and seemingly enamoured with dangerous undertakings, crossed the Rapids and settled on the 
island in 1779, made a small clearing and set up farming. Amid the rapids and falls, on this primeval 
mist-wreathed and evergreen isle, he placed a few domestic animals. The lord of the family was a 
venerable goat, whom the dwellers on the mainland often saw clambering over the rocks and wagging 
his hoary head at them. The following winter being extremely cold, and all access to the mainland 
having been cut off, the unfortunate " monarch of all he surveyed," hungry and lonely, perished, and 
left his name, like Juan Fernandez, to his water-bound island home. Notwithstanding it had been 
named Iris Island, the people still adhered to the old, and refused to adopt the new and appropriate 
name. Notwithstanding this perpetuation of an inappropriate name for the "Sacred Grove Beside the 
Fall," the heathen goddess is daily seen in her gorgeous hues, and she will never be altogether 
supplanted by the goat of the Revolutionary period, as long as the island remains. 

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The moonlight views observed on this island, particularly the lunar bows, are indescribably weird, 
delicate and apparently the most unreal novelties on the earth. They are formed by the reflection of 
the moon and the spray, and can be seen by the visitor only when between the moonbeams and the 
spray. Solar bows, during the day, can be seen, when the spectator is similarly situated. 

Eminent botanists, Dr. Asa Gray, Sir Joseph Hooker, Prof. J. Hayes Panton, Prof. Daniel Cady 
Eaton, and Hon. David F. Day, testify to the wonderful variety of plants, flowers and ferns which 
cover the island in great profusion. No equal area in the world produces such a variety of vegetation. 
The Hon. David F. Day, of Buffalo, enumerates 909 species of flowers and ferns found by him on 
this island, many of them rare and uncommon, not seen elsewhere in America. Beautiful elms, stately 
beeches and maples crown the island grove, some of which are quite ancient. Initials carved on some 
of the beeches were found by Judge Porter when he first visited the island in 1805. The earliest 
date he discovered carved on a rock was 1645. O^i the beech trees he found initials cut with the 
dates 1765, 1771, 1772, 1779. 

Nature has healed, and is still healing, these prehistoric wounds made by bygone brave adven- 
turers, while countless birds twitter from the limbs of the grand old trees, perpetually baptised by 
the incessant spray of the great Cataract, whose continual monotone is echoed and re-echoed through 
the aisles of this primeval forest. 



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VIEW OF OLD TOWER, TERRAPIN BRIDGE AND HORSE SHOE FALLS IN 1837. 



TERRAPIN TOWER. 

Church's painting, " Niagara Falls," shows the old stone Terrapin Tower which stood on the 
brink of the Horse Shoe F'all near Goat Island, but was removed, being considered dangerous, about 
1874. It was built by Judge Porter in 1823 ; was forty-five feet high, and twelve feet in diameter 
at the base, and, in the opinion of the writer, the finest view in the whole world was obtained from 
the top of that old tower. The surging billows could be seen taking that awful leap into the boiling 
caldron below. 



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POETRY ON NIAGARA. 



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APOSTROPHE TO NIAGARA. 



By R. L. Johnson. 



Cyclopean torrent, this thy throne, 
Which man but yesterday hath known. 
Through all thy countless ages flown. 
Creation's masterpiece. 

How wonderful and vast thou art! 
Grand Pantheon of Omniscient art! 
Thy flood-gates demonstrate thou art 
" Without a parallel ! " 



See yon gigantic wave command 
The myriad troopers, as they stand 
Erect, with flashing sword in hand. 

To charge the host below! 

Adown they charge, that mighty force, 
Resistless in its downward course; 
The rider and the foaming horse — 
Brigade \^ictorious! 



Awe-struck I hear the passing crowd 
or heaving storm waves thundering loud, 
And see them writing here the proud 

Grand Autograph of God. 

A thousand waves on dress parade 
Urge on the crowding cavalcade. 
Which pauses on the brink, afraid 

The awful plunge to take. 



Thy grand iaqade, with curtains down, 
Presents no monster's ugly frown, 
But, like a maiden's bridal gown, 
A robe of beauty is. 

Its elevation reaches high, 

And fain would tovich the changing sky, 

Its falling waters ever cry. 

Rejoicing as they leap: 



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" Majestic fleets that float their flags, 
And brave Old Ocean's rocky crags, 
Dare not approach our rugged snags, 

Nor Titan-fashioned front. 



Thy organ notes with thunderous roar, 
Sound the Creator's lofty score 
Of Love and Mercy evermore, 

In grand diapason. 



" Some noble bards have done their best 
To praise Mt. Etna's blazing crest. 
Yet, we could flood the monarch's nest 
And crop his golden curls, 

" And challenge heaven's bright sentry stars 
To find beneath his lavic bars 
A spark, to light their gilded cars, 

Before the blaze of morn." 



Primeval tribes no more shall roam 
Thy banks to pitch their tented home. 
Whose fairest daughters made thy foam 
Their willing sepulchre. 

For here they gathered once a year. 
With festive dance and savage cheer, 
And sacrificed, without a tear, 

The fairest of the tribe. 



Beyond this temple vast and dim, 
Methinks thy anthem, psalm, or hymn, 
Floods in sweet melody to Him 

Who waits the grand Amen! 



Sheets of sunfire blaze and quiver 
On thy waves, O boist'rous river. 
As they leap to foam and shiver, 

Adown this gulf of death ! 

Deep undercurrents night and day. 
An everlasting power display, 
Exhaustless, unconfined, they play, 

Unfathomed, unrestrained. 

Take in the sight around — about, 
And know. Vain Man ! beyond a doubt, 
God's power is here past finding out — 
Eternal mystery. 



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HORSE SHOE FALL IN WINTER. 



Oft have I sat, in quiet hour, 
Beside this emblem of God's power, 
And fancied Eden's sacred bower 

No symbol had like this. 



The windings of thy crystal shoe, 
Church faithfully portrayed, 'tis true. 
The canvas shows a bygone view. 

Pride of the " Corcoran." 



Emotionful our souls should know 
He placed that graceful radiant bow 
To span the hurricane below, 

In token of His love. 

Thou Sacrilegious Man — go hence ! 
How futile is thy vain pretence 
To scoff and doubt Omnipotence, 
Arrayed in glory here! 



Ere Cheops' Pyramidal pile 
Stood reared upon the classic Nile, 
Was cut thy rough, rock-ribbed defile 
By ante-glacial flood! 

From yonder tower view Queenston's height, 
Hennepin was denied the sight. 
From whence thou struggled in the night 
Of the primeval dawn. 



When Winter steps upon the stage. 
White-cowled and solemn as a sage, 
Thou dost display an ample page 

Of glistening ice-moss bright; 

Then icy apples moonlit shine 
On evergreens at midnight time, 
And then thou seemest most sublime, 
In snowy satin robed. 

Translucent columns, purest white. 
Glisten in the morning light; 
Prismatic scene of rare delight, 
Of hues Elysian; 

Here snow-capped mountains block thy flow, 
While crystal diamonds crown the show. 
And icy bridges form below, 

To span a Paradise. 



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The flower is pledged unto the bee, 

The tidal wave unto the sea; 

Our northern floods are pledged to thee, 

Thou thundering watersheet! 



God gave thee queenly sisters three. 
Faith, Hope and glorious Charity, 
And placed the Iris Isle to be 

A brooch to pin thy veil. 



And yet, O Thunderer, what art thou 

To Him with iridescent brow, 

Who guides thy grand retreating prow. 

That whispers of His might; 

And notches on these walls of stone 
His hieroglyphics, yet thine own, 
To make thy soundless ages known. 

Through glyptic monographs. 

Who wrote his name, " The Unseen God," 
In burning letters, fiery shod. 
On Terrapin Tower, once trod 

By bold adventurers; 

When lo! 'twas hurled from heaven to hell, 
The tottering, grand old sentinel. 
Where oft I went to view the well, 

Above thy plunging floods. 



He sent the morn with rustling wings, 
And filled the vales with babbling springs, 
And gave the birds their color'd wings 

And sweetly charming notes. 

To praise thy cascades most sublime, 
Thro' every land, thro' every clime, 
Whose opalescent rainbows shine 

To prove His promise true. 

He heaved the snow-clad mountains up. 
To fill old Erie's vine-clad cup. 
With waters sweet for thee to sup. 
Majestic Orator! 



He listeth in thy cave sublime, 
And speaketh in that voice of thine. 
And rideth on the storms of Time, 

Which lash the Island's home. 



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A spectacle personified, 

May here be seen at midnight tide ; 

And lovers with the greatest pride 

May view a modest beau. 



With gleaming light and lunar bow, 
Thy phantom flood of joy and woe, 
A milky stream of ceaseless flow, 

A phosphorescent dream ; 



He courts the Queen of Night by day^ 
At Ev'n song he tints the spray ; 
At peep of dawn he fades away — • 
The opal lunar bow. 

For the lost Eden, search no more. 
In myth or prehistoric lore ; 
That question's settled, evermore. 

On this, the Sacred Isle, 

Whose ferns and mosses scent the breeze, 
Where east and west each soul agrees. 
The Tigris and the Euphrates 

Flow swiftly, gladly on. 



'Till paler man, with selfish soul, 
Held in his hand a parchment scroll, 
And taxed his neighbors, ev'ry soul- 
Infinite Oracle! 



Who came to list thy voice so true, 
And view thy waters, green and blue, 
And marvel at thy emerald shoe 

Whose hoof an empire is! 

Seated on the " Rock of Ages," 
While musing o'er the sacred pages. 
Indited by inspir'd sages, 

I heard a spirit say: 



How bright and grand to thee did seem 
This world arrayed in living green. 
While Luna, robed in silvery sheen. 
Her nightly vigils kept, 



" Let lions roar and people sing, 
And eagles flutter on the wing, 
While all the bells in steeples ring 
For thee, Niagara, 



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"A jubilation loud and grand, 
From frigid zones to torrid strand. 
For Dufferin ope'd, with lordly hand, 

Thy flood-gates tribute free. 



" Kor let thy eyelids ever close. 
In Neptune's arms in sweet repose, 
'Till all the nations shall disclose. 
Like thee, Niagara, 



" Now may thy incense heavenward soar. 
And thy tempestuous billows roar 
Their solemn protests, o'er and o'er 
Thy crest, Niagara. 



■ A charity as broad and deep 
As is thine own encircling steep. 
Or as thy vortex where we peep 

Thro' azure mists to heaven." 



" 'Till Justice, with concordant wand. 
And Liberty with outstretched hand. 
Shall welcome pilgrims as they land 

On Freedom's happy shore. 

" And guard with zealous care for aye. 
Thy mighty organ, night and day, 
That all the world may hear it play, 

With unvexed harmony. 



In thee alone, Niagara, 
Whose vast foundations seamed and knit 
And bound by adamantine bars; 
Methinks the Grecian bard would find 
Meet inspiration for his noblest song. 
And not in Trojan wars; 

I'or here dwells Liberty. 



" Until discordant war's alarms, 
And conflicts of contending arms. 
Are silenced by thy mad'ning charms, 
Plunge on, Niagara! 



While myriad sunlit, liquid pearls 
Obscure thy bubbling pools and whirls, 
Our goddess stoops, with golden curls, 
To sip thy hydromel. 



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Proud Bedloe's Isle may sound her horn- 
Bartholdi's gift her coast adorn; 
But till her birthday's final morn, 

Here dwelleth Liberty. 

In search of gain and worldly pelf, 
The robber here hath shown himself, 
And like the ox amid the delf, 

He would this figure break. 



Let press and voice at once condemn 
The spoiler who would steal a gem 
From oflf the glittering diadem 

Of this majestic stream. 

Though " Hope's bright star "' is sometimes pale. 
Let Hope, not Fear, in man prevail; 
The misty Ghost within the veil 

Proves life's resurrection. 



Alas! Niagara, what are we 
Frail creatures when compared to thee? 
Yet, what art thou to Deity? — 
But Insignificance. 



NIAGARA. 

By Henry Howard Brownell. 

Henry Howard Brownell was born at Providence, R. I., in 1820; died at East Hartford, Conn., in 1872. An American poet, 
whose works include " Poems," " Lyrics of a Day," " War Lyrics and Other Poems," is the author of the following lines. 



Has aught like this descended, since the fountains 
Of the Great Deep broke up, in cataracts hurled. 

And climbing lofty hills, eternal mountains. 
Poured wave on wave above the buried world? 

Yon tides are raging, as when storms liave striven. 
And the vexed seas, awaking from their sleep. 

Are rough with foam, and Neptune's flocks are driven 
In myriads o'er the green and azure deep. 



Ere yet they fall, mark (where that mighty current 
Comes like an army from its mountain home) 

How fiercely yon wild steeds amid the torrent. 

With their dark flanks, and manes and crests of foam, 

Speed to their doom — yet in the awful centre. 
Where the wild waves rush madliest to the steep, 

Just ere that white unfathomed gulf they enter. 
Rear back in horror from the headlong leap. 



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Then, maddening, plunge— a thousand more succeeding 
Sweep onward, troop on troop, again to urge 

The same fierce flight, as rapid and unheeding — 
Again to pause in terror on the verge. 



Oft to an eye half closed, as if in solving 

Some mighty, mystic problem — half it seems 

Like some vast crystal wheel, ever revolving, 
Whose motion, earth's — whose axle, earth's extremes. 

We gaze and gaze, half lost in dreamy pleasure, 

On all that slow majestic wave reveals, 
While Fancy idly, vainly strives to measure 

How vast the cavern which its veil conceals. 



Whence come ye, O wild waters? By what scenes 
Of Majesty and Beauty have ye flowed. 

In the wide continent that intervenes. 
Ere yet ye mingle in this common road? 



The Mountain King, upon his rocky throne,. 

Laves his broad feet amid your rushing streams. 
And many a vale of loveliness unknown 

Is softly mirrored in their crystal gleams. 



They come — from haunts a thousand leagues away. 
From ancient mounds, with deserts wide between, 

Cliff^s, whose tall summits catch the parting day. 
And prairies blooming in eternal green; 

Yet the bright valley, and the flower-lit meadow, 
And the drear waste of wilderness, all past — 

Like that strange Life, of which thou art the shadow. 
Must take the inevitable plunge at last. 

Whither we know not — but above the wave 
A gentle, white-robed spirit sorrowing stands. 

Type of the rising from that darker grave, 

Which waits the wanderer from Life's weary lands. 



How long these wondrous forms, these colors splendid. 
Their glory o'er the wilderness have thrown ! 

How long that mighty anthem has ascended 
To Him who wakened its eternal tone! 



That everlasting utterance thou shalt raise, 
A thousand ages ended, still the same. 

When this poor heart, that fain would add its praise. 
Has mouldered to the nothing whence it came; 




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When the white dwelHngs of man's busy brood, 
Now reared in myriads o'er the peopled plain. 

Like snows have vanished, and the ancient wood 
Shall echo to the eagle's shriek again, 



And all the restless crowds that now rejoice, 
And toil and traffic, in their eager moods. 

Shall pass — and nothing save thine awful voice 
Shall break the hush of these vast solitudes. 



AVERY. 
1853. 

By William Dean Howells. 

This poem is copyrighted, and first appeared in " Their Wedding Journey," 1872. 

It is reprinted here with the kind permission of the author, and of his publishers, Houghton, Mifflin & Company, Boston, Mass. 

William Dean Howells, born at Martinsville, Ohio, 1837, is an American novelist and poet. His writings have that indefinable 
charm which is the enduring note in all good literature. Added to this charm is the broad outlook and the deep ethical interest 
manifested by him in all social problems, as the meaning of socialism, the relations of labor and capital, the mystery of poverty 
and human suffering, and all such burning questions of the day. 

In that he has made his presentations with fidelity to a high ideal of artistic excellence, the world of letters owes him a 
lasting debt of gratitude. He says what he means in unmistakable language, never sacrificing lucidity to effect, or indulging in 
mere word-painting for its own sake. His fidelity to the facts in the story or incident is ever apparent, as the following lines 
conspicuously attest. 



All night long they heard in the houses beside the shore, 
Heard, or seemed to hear, through the multitudinous roar, 
Out of the hell of the rapids as 'twere a lost soul's cries — 
Heard and could not believe ; and the morning mocked their eyes, 



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Showing where wildest and fiercest the waters leaped up and ran 

Raving round him and past, the visage of a man 

Clinging, or seeming to cling, to the trunk of a tree that, caught 

Fast in the rocks below, scarce out of the surges raught. 

Was it a life, could it be, to yon slender hope that clung? 

Shrill, above all the tumult the answering terror rung. 

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Under the weltering rapids a boat from the bridge is drowned, 
Over the rocks the lines of another are tangled and wound : 
And the long, fateful hours of the morning have wasted soon, 
As it had been in some blessed trance, and now it is noon. 
Hurry, now with the raft! But, O, build it strong and staunch, 
And to the lines and treacherous rocks look well as you launch ! 
Over the foamy tops of the waves, and their foam-sprent sides. 
Over the hidden reefs, and through the embattled tides. 
Onward rushes the raft, with many a lurch and leap — 
Lord! if it strike him loose from the hold he scarce can keep! 
No! through all peril unharmed, it reaches him harmless at last. 
And to its proven strength he lashes his weakness fast. 
Now, for the shore! But steady, steady, my men, and slow; 
Taut, now, the quivering lines; now slack; and so, let her go! 
Thronging the shores around stand the pitying multitude ; 
Wan as his own are their looks, and a nightmare seems to brood 
Heavy upon them, and heavy the silence hangs on all. 
Save for the rapids' plunge, and the thunder of the fall. 



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But on a sudden thrills from the people still and pale. 
Chorusing his unheard despair, a desperate wail; 
Caught on a lurking point of rock it sways and swings, 
Sport of the pitiless waters, the raft to which he clings. 

III. 
All the long afternoon it idly swings and sways; 
And on the shore the crowd lifts up its hands and prays: 
Lifts to heaven and wrings the hands so helpless to save, 
Prays for the mercy of God on him whom the rock and the wave 
Battle for, fettered betwixt them, and who, amidst their strife, 
Struggles to help his helpers, and fights so hard for his life, — 
Tugging at rope and at reef, while men weep and women swoon. 
Priceless second by second, so wastes the afternoon, 
And it is sunset now; and another boat and the last 
Down to him from the bridge through the rapids has safely passed. 

IV. 
Wild through the crowd comes flying a man that nothing can stay, 
Maddening against the gate that is locked athwart his way. 
" No ! we keep the bridge for them that can help him. You, 

Tell us, who are you?" " His brother! " "God help you both! Pass through. 
Wild, with wide arms of imploring he calls aloud to him. 
Unto the face of his brother, scarce seen in the distance dim; 
But in the roar of the rapids his fluttering words are lost 
As in a wind of autumn the leaves of autumn are tossed. 



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And from the bridge he sees his brother sever the rope 

Holding him to the raft, and rise secure in his hope ; 

Sees all as in a dream the terrible pageantry, — 

Populous shores, the woods, the sky, the birds flying free; 

Sees, then, the form, — that, spent with effort and fasting and fear. 

Flings itself feebly and fails of the boat that is lying so near, — 

Caught in the long-bafifled clutch of the rapids, and rolled and hurled 

Headlong on to the cataract's brink, and out of the world. 



NIAGARA. 



By Thomas Gold Appleton. 

Thomas Gold Appleton, an American prose writer, poet, and amateur painter, born at Boston, Mass., 1812; died, New York, 
1884, is the author of this contribution. 



Though the dusk has extinguished the green 
And the glow of the down-falling silver. 
In my heart I prefer this subdued. 
Cathedral-like gloom on the water: 
When the fancy capriciously wills. 
Nor loves to define or distinguish, 
As a dream which enchants us with fear, 
And scarce throbs the heart unaffrighted. 



With a color and voice of its own 
I behold this wondrous creature 
Move as a living thing. 
And joyous with joy Titanic. 
Its brothers in sandstone arc locked 
Yet from their graves speak to it. 
It sings to them as it moves, 
And the hills and uplands re-echo. 



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AMERICAN FALL IN WINTER. 



The sunshine kindles its scales, 

And they gleam with opal and sapphire. 

It uplifts its tawny mane, 

With its undulations of silver. 

And tosses through showers of foam. 

Its flanks seamed with shadow and sunshine. 

Like the life of man is its course, 

Born far in some cloudy sierra. 

Dimpled and wayward and small, 

O'erleaped by the swerving roebuck; 

But enlarging with mighty growth, 

And wearing wide lakes for its bracelets, 

It moves, the king of streams. 

As man wears the crown of his manhood. 

It shouts to the loving fields, 

Which toss to it flowers and perfume; 

It eddies and winds round its isles. 

And its kisses thrill them with rapture; 

Till it fights in its strength and o'ercomes 

The rocks which would bar its progress. 

The earth hears its cries of rage. 

As it tramples them in its rushing, 

Lea])ing, exultant above 

And smiting them in derision; 

Till at length, its life fulfilled. 

Sublime in majestic calmness. 

It submits to death, and falls 



With a beauty it wins in dying, 

Still, wan, prone, till curtains of foam enclose it. 

To arise a spirit of mist, 

And return to the Heaven it came from. 

As deepens the night, all is changed, 

And the joy of my dream is extinguished: 

I hear but a measureless prayer, 

As of multitudes wailing in anguish; 

I see but one fluttering plunge. 

As if angels were falling from heaven. 

Indistinctly, at times, I behold 

Cuthullin and Ossian's old heroes 

Look at me with eyes sad with tears. 

And a summons to follow their flying, 

Absorbed in wild, eerie rout. 

Of wind-swept and desolate spectres. 

As deepens the night, a clear cry 

At times cleaves the boom of the waters; 

Comes with a terrible sense 

Of suffering extreme and forever. 

The beautiful rainbow is dead, 

And gone are the birds which sang through it. 

The incense so mounting is now 

A stifling, sulphurous vapor. 

The abyss is the hell of the lost. 

Hopeless falling to fires everlasting. 



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ODE TO NIAGARA. 



By Jose Maria Heredia. 

Jose Maria Heredia, the author of the following widely known poem, was a Spanish-American poet and soldier, born at 
Santiago de Cuba in 1803. He lived successively in various parts of Spanish America, was banished from Cuba in 1823 for taking 
part in an attempted insurrection, took refuge in Mexico, where he died in 1839. He is considered the greatest of the Spanish- 
American poets. 



The translation from the Spanish is by William Cullen Bryant. 

Tremendous torrent! for an instant hush 

The terrors of thy voice, and cast aside 

Those wide-involving shadows, that my eyes 

May see the fearful beauty of thy face! 

I am not all unworthy of thy sight; 

For from my very boyhood have I loved, 

Shunning the meaner track of common minds, 

To look on Nature in her loftier moods. 

At the fierce rushing of the hurricane, 

At the near bursting of the thunderbolt, 

I have been touched with joy; and when the sea. 

Lashed by the wind, hath rocked my bark, and showed 

Its yawning caves beneath me, I have loved 

Its dangers and the wrath of elements. 

But never yet the madness of the sea 

Hath moved me as thy grandeur moves me now. 

Thou flowest on in quiet, till thy waves 

Grow broken midst the rocks; thy current then 



Shoots onward like the irresistible course 

Of Destiny. Ah, terribly they rage — 

The hoarse and rapid whirlpools there! My brain 

Grows wild, my senses wander, as I gaze 

Upon the hurrying waters; and my sight 

Vainly would follow, as towards the verge 

Sweeps the wide torrent. Waves innumerable 

Meet there and madden — waves innumerable 

Urge on and overtake the waves before. 

And disappear in thunder and in foam. 

They reach, they leap the barrier — the abyss 

Swallows insatiable the sinking waves. 

A thousand rainbows arch them, and the woods 

Are deafened with the roar. The violent shock 

Shatters to vapor the descending sheets. 

A cloudy whirlwind fills the gulf, and heaves 

The mighty pyramid of circling mist 



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To heaven. The soHtary hunter near 
Pauses with terror in the forest shades. 

What seeks my restless eye? Why are not here, 
About the jaws of this abyss, the palms — 
Ah, the delicious palms — that on the plains 
Of my own native Cuba spring and spread 
Their thickly foliaged summits to the sun. 
And in the breathings of the ocean air. 
Wave soft beneath the heaven's unspotted blue? 



]Jut, no, Niagara — thy forest pines 
Are fitter coronal for thee. The palm, 
The efTeminate myrtle, and frail rose may grow 
In gardens, and give out their fragrance there, 
Unmanning him who breathes it. Thine it is 
To do a nobler office. Generous minds 
Behold thee, and are moved, and learn to rise 
Above earth's frivolous pleasures ; they partake 
Thy grandeur at the utterance of thy name. 



THE CATARACT ISLE. 



By Christopher Pe.\rse Cranch. 



Christopher Pearse Cranch, an American landscape painter, poet and translator, a Virginian by birth, having been born at 
.'Vlexandria, \'a., 1813, died at Cambridge, Mass., 1892; in addition to this production on Niagara, he is the author of "Poems," 
published in 1844. 



I wandered through the ancient wood 
That crowns the cataract isle. 

I heard the roaring of the flood 
And saw its wild, fierce smile. 



Through tall tree-tops the sunshine flecked 
The huge trunks and the ground. 

And the pomp of fullest sununer decked 
The island all around. 



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And winding paths led all along 
Where friends and lovers strayed, 

And voices rose with laugh and song 
From sheltered nooks of shade. 



And all the night those sheets of white 
Gleamed through the spectral mist, 

When o'er the isle the broad moonlight 
The wintry foam-flakes kissed. 



Through opening forest vistas whirled 

The rapids' foamy flash. 
As they boiled along and plunged and swirled, 

And neared the last long dash. 



Mirrored within my dreamy thought, 

I see it, feel it all — 
That island with sweet visions fraught, 

That awful waterfall. 



I crept to the island's outer verge, 

Where the grand, broad river fell- 
Fell sheer down mid foam and surge 
In a white and blinding hell. 



With sun-flecked trees, and birds and flowers, 

The Isle of Life is fair; 
But one deep voice thrills through its hours. 

One spectral form is there — 



The steady rainbow gayly shone 

Above the precipice. 
And the deep low tone of a thunder groan 

Rolled up from the drear abyss. 



A power no mortal can resist, 

Rolling forever on — 
A floating cloud, a shadowy mist. 

Eternal undertone. 



And all the day sprang up the spray 

Where the broad white sheets were poured, 

And fell around in showery play. 
Or upward curled and soared. 



And through the sunny vistas gleam 
The fate, the solemn smile. 

Life is Niagara's rushing stream; 
Its dream — that peaceful isle! 



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HORSE SHOE FALL FROM CANADIAN SIDE. 



POEM BY COLONEL PORTER. 

Of all the poems indigenous to the locality, the following, from the pen of Colonel Porter, is the most graceful, and is, at the 
same time, somewhat historical. It was written in a playful mood in a young lady's album, in which he drew a sketch representing 
the Falls in the distance. Father Hennepin, the priest. La Salle, the explorer, and an Indian chief in the foreground. 

" An artist, underneath his sign, (a masterpiece, of course), 
Had written, to prevent mistakes, ' This represents a horse '; 
So ere I send my Album Sketch, lest connoisseurs should err, 
I think it well my Pen shovdd be my Art's interpreter. 

" A chieftain of the Iroquois, clad in a bison's skin. 
Had led two travelers through the wood, La Salle and Hennepin. 
He points, and there they, standing, gaze upon the ceaseless flow 
Of waters falling as they fell two hundred years ago. 

" Those three are gone, and little heed our worldly gain or loss — 
The Chief, the Soldier of the Sword, the Soldier of the Cross. 
One died in battle, one in bed, and one by secret foe; 
But the waters fall as once they fell two hundred years ago. 

"Ah, me! what myriads of men, since then, have come and gone; 
What states have risen and decayed, what prizes lost and won; 
What varied tricks the juggler, Time, has played with all below: 
But the waters fall as once they fell two hundred years ago. 

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What troops of tourists have encamped upon the river's brink; 
What poets shed from countless tjuills, Niagaras of ink; 
What artist armies tried to fix the evanescent bow 
Of the waters falling as they fell two hundred years ago. 



And stately inns feed scores of guests from well replenished larder, 
And hackmen drive their horses hard, but drive a bargain harder; 
And screaming locomotives rush in anguish to and fro : 
But the waters fall as once they fell two hundred years ago. 

And brides of every age and clime frequent the island's bower, 

And gaze from ofif the stone-built perch — hence called the Bridal Tower- 

And many a lunar belle goes forth to meet a lunar beau, 

By the waters falling as they fell two hundred years ago. 

"And bridges bind thy breast, O, stream! and buzzing mill-wheels turn, 
To show, like Samson, thou art forced thy daily bread to earn; 
And steamers splash thy milk-white waves, exulting as they go. 
But the waters fall as once they fell two hundred years ago. 

" Thy banks no longer are the same that early travelers found them. 
But break and crumble now and then like other banks around them ; 
And on their verge our life sweeps on — alternate joy and woe; 
But the waters fall as once they fell two hundred years ago. 



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RAPIDS AT THREE SISTER ISLANDS. 



" Thus phantoms of a by-gone age have melted Hke the spray, 
And in our turn we too shall pass, the phantoms of to-day: 
But the armies of the coming time shall watch the ceaseless flow 
Of waters falling as they fell two hundred years ago." 



POEM BY LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY; 

Mrs. Lydia Huntley Sigourney, an American poetess, of Hartford, Conn., wrote the following contribution to Niagara, while 
sitting on Table Rock in 1834. It is one of the most beautiful poems ever laid upon the altar of nature's greatest oracle. 



Flow on forever, in thy glorious robe 
Of terror and of beauty. Yea, flow on 
Unfathomed and resistless. God hath set 
His rainbow on thy forehead; and the cloud 
Mantled around thy feet. And he doth give 
Thy voice of thunder power to speak of Him 
Eternally, — bidding the lip of man 
Keep silence, — and upon thy rocky altar pour 
Incense of awe-struck praise. 

Ah! who can dare 
To lift the insect-trump of earthly hope. 
Or love, or sorrow, mid the peal sublime 
Of thy tremendous hymn? Even ocean shrinks 



Back from thy brotherhood, and all his waves 
Retire abashed. For he doth sometimes seem 
To sleep like a spent laborer, and recall 
His wearied billows from their vexing play. 
And lull them to a cradle calm; but thou. 
With everlasting, undecaying tide. 
Dost rest not, night or day. The morning stars 
When first they sang o'er young creation's birth. 
Heard thy deep anthem ; and those wrecking fires, 
That wait the archangel's signal to dissolve 
This solid earth, shall find Jehovah's name 
Graven, as with a thousand diamond spears, 
On thine unending volume. 



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Every leaf, 
That lifts itself within thy wide domain, 
Doth gather greenness from thy living spray. 
Yet trembles at the baptism. Lo! — yon birds 
Do boldly venture near, and bathe their wings 
Amid thy mist and foam. 'Tis meet for them 
To touch thy garment's hem and lightly stir 
The snowy leaflets of thy vapor wreath. 
For they may sport unharmed amid the cloud, 
Or listen at the echoing gate of heaven, 
Without reproof. But as for us it seems 
Scarce lawful, with our broken tones, to speak 



Familiarly of thee. Methinks, to tint 
Thy glorious features with our pencil's point, 
Or woo thee with the tablet of a song. 
Were profanation. 

Thou dost make the soul 
A wondering witness of thy majesty; 
But as it presses with delirious joy 
To tread thy vestibule, dost chain its step 
And tame its rapture, with the humbling view 
Of its own nothingness, bidding it stand 
In the dread presence of the Invisible, 
As if to answer to its God through thee. 



POEM BY A. S. RIDGELY. 
The late Mr. A. S. Ridgely, of Baltimore, Md., interprets the grandeur of Niagara in the following lyric. 



" Man lays his sceptre on the ocean waste, 
His footprints stiffen in the Alpine snows. 
But only God moves visibly in Thee, 
O King of Floods ! that with resistless fate 
Down plungest in thy mighty width and depth. 
***** Amazement, terror, fill. 
Impress and overcome the gazer's soul. 



Man's schemes and dreams and petty littleness 
Lie open and revealed. Himself far less — 
Kneeling before thy great confessional — 
Than are the bubbles of the passing tides. 
Words may not picture thee, nor pencil paint 
Thy might of waters, volumed vast and deep : 
Thy many-toned and all-pervading voice ; 



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Thy wood-crown'd Isle, fast anchor'd on the brink 

Of the dread precipice ; thy double stream, 

Divided, yet in beauty unimpaired; 

Thy wat'ry caverns and thy crystal walls; 

Thy crest of sunlight and thy depths of shade, 

Boiling and seething like a Phlegethon 

Amid the wind-swept and convolving spray, 

Steady as Faith and beautiful as Hope. 

There, of beam and cloud the fair creation. 



' The rainbow arches its ethereal hues. 
From flint and granite in compacture strong ; 
Not with steel thrice harden'd — but with the wave 
Soft and translucent — did the new-born Time 
Chisel thy altars. Here hast thou ever poured 
Earth's grand libation to Eternity, 
Thy misty incense rising unto God — - 
The God that was and is and is to be." 



CREATION'S PRIDE. 
By WiLHELM Meister. 
The following contribution is from a German poet, signed " Wilhelm Meister." 



Niagara's canon, swept by waters grand! 
No gorge like thine, nor depths, the mighty hand 
Of time hath wrought. 

Thy cataract stupendous is, and fierce; 
No human voice or sound can ever pierce 
Its deaf'ning roar. 

Thy seething currents rend with awful might 
Great rocks, that nature in chaotic night 
Did rear on high. 



A whirlpool deep within thy walls doth hiss. 
And, raging 'round, sinks down in dark abyss 
To unknown depths. 

Around Ontario's blue and wide domain. 
No mountains check, nor lofty barriers chain. 
Thine outlet vast. 

In the great ocean's infinite expanse 
Thy volumes rest, and with their powers, enhance 
The vasty deep. 



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POEM BY JAMES SILK BUCKINGHAM. 

James Silk Buckingham (born at Flushing, near Falmouth, England, 1786; died at London, 1855), a celebrated English 
traveler and man of letters, wrote the following lines at the first sight of the Falls, August 13, 1837: 

Hail! Sovereign of the world of floods! whose majesty and might 
First dazzles, then enraptures, then o'erawes the aching sight; 
The pomp of kings and emperors, in every clime and zone. 
Grows dim beneath the splendour of thy glorious watery throne. 

No fleets can stop thy progress, no armies bid thee stay. 

But onward, — onward, — onward, — thy march still holds its way; 

The rising mists that veil thee as thy heralds go before, 

And the music that proclaims thee is the thund'ring cat'ract's roar. 

Thy diadem's an emerald, of the clearest, purest hue. 
Set round with waves of snow-white foam, and spray of feathery dew. 
While tresses of the brightest pearls float o'er thine am])le sheet. 
And the rainbow lays its gorgeous gems in tribute at thy feet. 

Thy reign is from the ancient days, thy sceptre from on high ; 
Thy birth was when the distant stars first lit the glowing sky; 
The sun, the moon, and all the orbs that shine upon thee now. 
Beheld the wreath of glory which first bound thine infant brow. 

And from that hour to this, in which I gaze upon thy stream. 
From age to age, in Winter's frost or Summer's sultry beam. 
By day, by night, without a pause, thy waves, with loud acclaim, 
In ceaseless sounds have still proclaimed the Great Eternal's name. 

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For whether, on thy forest banks, the Indian of the wood. 
Or, since his day, the red man's foe on his fatlierland has stood; 
Whoe'er has seen thine incense rise, or heard thy torrents roar. 
Must have knelt before the God of all to worship and adore. 

Accept then, O Supremely Great! O Infinite! O God! 

From this primeval altar, the green and virgin sod. 

The humble homage that my soul in gratitude would pay 

To Thee whose shield has guarded me through all my wandering way. 

For if the ocean be as nought in the hollow of thine hand, 

And the stars of the bright firmament in thy balance grains of sand; 

If Niagara's rolling flood seems great to us who humbly bow 

O Great Creator of the Whole, how passing great art Thou! 

But though thy power is far more vast than finite mind can scan. 
Thy mercy is still greater shown to weak, dependent man ; 
For him thou cloth'st the fertile globe with herbs, and fruit, and seed; 
For him the seas, the lakes, the streams, supjjly his hourly need. 

Around, on high, or far, or near, the universal whole 
Proclaims thv glory, as the orbs in their fixed courses roll; 
And from creation's grateful voice the hymn ascends above. 
While heaven re-echoes back to earth the chorus — " God is love." 



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POEM BY JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD. 



The following poem on Niagara was written by the American poet, John Gardiner Calkins Brainard, while editor of the 
" Connecticut Mirror," 1822-1827. The editor of " Littell's Living Age," in 1874. pronounced this the finest poem ever written 
on the subject, yet, strange to say, Mr. Brainard never saw the great cataract. 



The thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain 

While I look upward to thee. It would seem 

As if God poured thee from his hollow hand. 

Had hung his bow upon thine awful front; 

And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him. 

Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake, 

The sound of many waters, and had bade 

Thy flood to chronicle the ages back. 

And notch His centuries in the eternal rocks. 



Deep calleth unto deep. And what are we, 
That hear the question of that voice sublime? 
Oh, what are all the notes that ever rang 
From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side? 
Yea, what is all the riot man can make 
In his short life, to thy unceasing roar? 
And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to Him 
Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far 
Above its loftiest mountain ? A light wave 
That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might. 



APOSTROPHE TO NIAGARA. 
By Phoebe A. Hanaford. 

Mrs. Phoebe A. Hanaford, of New Haven, Conn., born in Massachusetts in 1829, is the author of the following lines. Her 
volume, " From Shore to Shore," gives evidence that she is a poetess of a very high order. It contains many gems of poetrv on 
a wide range of subjects. 

She is an extensive miscellaneous writer and a prominent Universalist clergywoman, and the first of her sex admitted to the 
ministry of her denomination. She draws inspiration from Niagara to teach the lesson of her beautiful and beneficent faith. 
The Larger Hope, as she reads it in Revelation and Nature. (I reproduce the poem from memory, as it is not at hand on 
going to press.) 



Awe-struck I stand 

Beside this avalanche of waves, and hear 

The voice of God from out these watery depths. 



Emotion-full, my soul in vain attempts 

To speak the thoughts that by this scene have birth. 

Hark ! to the sound of many waters here ! 



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RAPIDS ABOVE HORSE SHOE FALL. 



Like that great voice in Patmos, heard by John, 
It speaks of power, restless energy, 
And mighty purpose unconfined by man. 
To me it speaks of God Almighty's love. 
Forever surging round the human soul ; 
The rocks of sin, the shoals of ignorance, 
But bid those waves of love in tumult rise. 



In rapids like old ocean's storm waves, or, as here, 
In one vast watersheet the cataracts plvinge. 
Thus shall it be till time shall be no more. 
And every soul is borne upon its waves. 
All cleansed in its pure water, to the land. 
Where, joyful, they shall all be moored at last. 



NIAGARA FALLS. 



By Lord Morpeth. 

George William Frederick Howard, Lord Lietitenant of Ireland from 1855 to 1864, better known as Lord Morpeth, wrote the 
following lines in one of the Table Rock Albums. His lines abundantly prove that he was poetical, if not a poet. 



' There's nothing great or bright, thou glorious Fall! 
Thou mayest not to the fancy's sense recall. 
The thunder-riven clouds, the lightning's leap, 
The stirring of the chambers of the deep; 
Earth's emerald green, and many-tinted dyes, 
The fleecy whiteness of the upper skies: 
The tread of armies thickening as they come. 
The boom of cannon and the beat of drum ; 
The brow of beauty and the form of grace. 
The passion and the prowess of our race; 



The song of Homer in its loftiest hour. 

The unresisted sweep of human power; 

Britannia's trident on the azure sea, 

America's young shout of Liberty! 

Oh I may the waves which madden in thy deep 

There spend their rage nor climb the encircling steep; 

And till the conflict of thy surges cease, 

The nations on thy banks repose in peace." 



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GOAT ISLAND. 



By Thomas Gold Appleton. 



Peace and perpetual quiet are around. 
Upon the erect and dusky file of stems, 
Sustaining yon far roof, expelling sound, 
Through which the sky sparkles (a rain of gems 
Lost in the forest's depth of shade), the sun 
At times doth shoot an arrow of pure gold. 
Flecking majestic trunks with hues of dun, 



Veining their barks with silver, and betraying 

Secret initials tied in true love knots; 

Of hearts no longer through green alleys straying, 

But stifled in the world's distasteful grots. 

The silence is monastic, save in spots 

Where heaves a glimmer of uncertain light. 

And rich wild tones enchant the woodland night. 



POEM BY THOMAS MOORE. 

Written from the banks of the St. Lawrence, and addressed " To the Lady Charlotte Rowdan." 

The famous Irish poet and writer of songs visited America in 1804, and thus described Niagara Falls as it appeared in the 
winter of that year. He was the first of the poets to write a poem on the ("ataract of which history makes mention. 



I dreamt not then, ere the rolling year 

Had filled his circle, I should wander here 

In musing awe ; should tread this wonderous world, 

See all its store of island waters hurl'd 

In one vast volume down Niagara's steep, 

Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep. 

Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed 

Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed; 



Should trace the grand Cadarac[ui, and glide 
Down the white rapids of his lordly tide 
Through massive woods, 'mid islets flowering fair, 
And blooming glades, where the first sinful ])air 
For consolation might have weeping trod. 
When banish'd from the garden of their God. 
Oh, Lady! these are miracles, which man, 
Cag'd in the bonds of Europe's pigmy span. 
Can scarcely dream of,— which his eye must see 
To know how wonderful this world can be ! " 



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' Light above the rocks I play, 
Where Niagara's starry spray, 
Frozen on the clifif, appears 
Like a giant's starting tears. 
There, amid the island-sedge, 
Just upon the cataract's edge. 
Where the foot of living man 
Never trod since time began. 



Lone I sit, at close of day, 
While, beneath the golden ray. 
Icy columns gleam below, 
Feather'd rovmd with falling snow 
And an arch of glory springs. 
Sparkling as the chain of rings 
Round the neck of virgins hung, — 
Virgins, who have wandered young 
O'er the waters of the west 
To the land where spirits rest! " 



POEM BY MARTIN F. TUPPER. 

Martin F. Tupper, D. C. L., F. R. S. A British author; born 1810, died 1889. The "Proverbial" philosopher gives his 
estimate of Niagara in these lines. 



NIAGARA. 



' I longed for Andes; all around and Alps, 
Hoar kings and priests of Nature robed in snow. 
Throned as for judgment in a solemn row, 
With icy mitres on their giant scalps. 
Dumb giants frowning at the strife below. 



" I longed for the sublime. Thou art too fair, 
Too fair, Niagara, to be sublime! 
In calm, slow strength thy mighty floods do flow 
And stand a clifif of Cataracts in the air. 
Yet all too beauteous. Water-bride of Time, 



" Veiled in soft mists and cinctured by the bow. 
Thy pastoral charms may fascinate the sight. 
But have not power to set my soul aglow, 
Raptured by fear and wonder and delight." 



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POEM BY WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK. 



Willis Gaylord Clark, American journalist, formerly chief editor of the "Philadelphia Gazette," born 1810, died 1841, thus 
describes the Great Oracle: 



Here speaks the voice of God — let man l)e dumb. 
Nor with his vain aspiring hither come. 
That voice impels the hollow sounding floods 
And like a Presence fills the distant woods. 



"These groaning rocks the Almighty's finger piled; 
For ages here his painted bow has smiled. 
Mocking the changes and the chance of time — 
Eternal, beautiful, serene, sublime." 



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INCIDENTS OF INTEREST. 




MAID OF THE MIST. 



INCIDENTS OF INTEREST. 




A REMARKABLE PHENOMENON. 

"Truth stranger than fiction." 

r Niagara F"alls fifty years ago a strange spectacle presented itself. On the morning of 
March 29, 1848, the river had run dry, and its channel was desolate; the rocks were 
bare, black and mournfully forbidding. It is difficult to imagine such a catastrophe as that 
which had occurred the night before. It reads like fiction to all who have seen this tremendous avalanche 
of falling waters pouring over the crest of the great cataract, but its recital only proves the old adage, 
" Truth is stranger than fiction," literally true in this narrative. As far back as tradition and history 
reach there is no account of a similar previous occurrence, nor is there any record of one since, 
and such a phenomenon may never occur again. This singular cessation of the waters was due to 
the following causes : 

The winter of 1848 had been intensely severe, and the ice formation on Lake Erie was unusually 
thick. This great crop of ice was loosened around the shores by the warm days of a prematurely 
early spring. During the previous day a strong easterly wind drove the great mass of ice up the 

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lake. In the evening of the 28th of March the wind suddenly changed around and blew a veritable 
hurricane from the west, and the vast field of ice was brought down with terrific force to the neck of 
the lake, and the inlet of Niagara River was completely choked up by a prodigious jam of ice. 

It required but a short interval of timfe for the Falls to drain off the water left in the river 
below Buffalo, and in a short time the river ran dry, or was reduced to a wide but shallow creek. 
The Horse Shoe Fall was smitten with palsy, and the paroxysms of death appeared in its fast ebbing 
tides. The pulse of the American channel had ceased to beat ; it was as dead as if an Egyptian 
pestilence had passed over it, and its grand curtain seemed to be rolled up forever. The roar of 
Niagara had subsided to the dismal moan of an autumn wind. The requiem of the dead was heard 
in its deep abyss and resounding down its desolate aisles. 

From the head of Goat Island, looking out towards the Canadian rapids, no water could be 
seen. The wonderfully beautiful jet of water, which visitors have admired shooting up from what is 
singularly termed " Leaping Rock," a paradoxical expression, had vanished. This beautiful leap and 
dash of the waters can be seen any day springing over this rock situated about 650 feet from the 
outer Sister Island. 

Above this point many persons passed in vehicles from the American to the Canadian side and 
returned again. Mr. George W. Holley, an author of considerable note, who resided at that time at 
the Falls, went lumbering with a log cart and four horses just above the brink of the Horse Shoe 

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Fall. He also led an exploring party up the bed of the river for a considerable distance. The 
people of the vicinity went out exploring recesses, cavities and rocks, never before or since exposed 
to the eye of mortal man. The bivalves, univalves, turtles and shell-fish were in a sorry 

predicament. The turtles were in despair, and many found their way into the soup bowl, as the 
result of this singular swooning of the waters. The novelty of the scene would have been desolate 
and gloomy in the extreme had it not been known beyond a possibility of doubt that a change would 
soon come over this sudden suspension of the waters. The shades of night gathered over the strange 
drama of that day, but before da)'light dawned the thundering waters were heard rushing and roaring 
with maddened fury, hurrying on to leap the barren precipice to the world below, and the beautiful 
and majestic Niagara was restored to its former grandeur. Its glorious curtain was rolled down 
once more ; its magnificent robe untarnished, its voice undiminished. 

TRADITION. 

Tradition tells us that the Indians living near the Falls annually held a war-whoop dance and 
festival, and offered up as a sacrifice to the Great Spirit of Niagara, the fairest daughter of the tribe, 
sending her over the Horse Shoe Fall in a canoe filled with fruits and flowers. The honor of being 
selected as the heroine of this sacrifice was eagerly coveted by the dusky maidens. On one 
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she was the only treasure he had left, but as her canoe glided over the rapids he leaped into another 
and nearly overtook her as she bounded over the brink of the Cataract, and he met his death with 
her in the same boilinar crater a few moments afterwards. Accordinsj to the lesfend, this was the 
last sacrifice of the kind ever offered by the Indians. 



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BLONDIN AND THE PRINCE OF WALES. 




AT NIAGARA IN i860. 

LONDIN, the celebrated French rope-walker, first visited Niagara in the spring of 1858. He 
was a unique compound of bones, brawn, muscle and unlimited nerve. He immediately 
expressed a desire to put a rope across the chasm of the river from Goat Island to the 
Canadian shore opposite for the purpose of walking across it and exhibiting upon it. He was looked 
upon as a fool and received little encouragement, but by indomitable perseverence he finally obtained 
the authority to stretch his rope just below the railway suspension bridge, and which was, if anything, 
the most dangerous part of the river. A rope about two inches in diameter, well and evenly twisted, 
was stretched across the river at this point as taut as it could be drawn. Stays of small rope were 
made fast to the cable: these he placed about ten inches apart. They ran parallel to each other 
from the center outward to the ends, which were anchored to the shore. People who saw Blondin 
traveling back and forth over the catenary curved cable adjusting the guy ropes to it. soon made up 
their minds that he knew no danger would happen to him unless something very unusual should occur. 
He was as nimble as a kitten, and it seemed to all that nothing but a cyclone could cause him to fall 
off the rope into the rapids below. His first performance astonished everybody. He exhibited various 

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gymnastic feats on the rope, 
let down a cord to the little 
steamer " Maid of the Mist," 
from which he drew up a 
bottle and took a drink. 

He continued giving such 
performances during that 
entire season, and in i860 
exhibited before the Prince of 
Wales. Never before, and 
probably never since, has such 
a double attraction drawn 
such immense crowds to 
Niagara Falls (the grand 
opening of Niagara in 1885, 
free to the world, excepted). 
The whole world seemed to 
Milwaukee, and the tickets 



stopped in the center of it, sat down, rolled over and over, and, finally, 

be there ; but the climax 



came, however, when he car- 
ried his manager, Harry 
Calcourt, on his back across 
the chasm on the rope. 
This feat was j^erformed 
before an astonished assem- 
blage of over I 75,000 people, 
and eave gfreat satisfaction. 
Hot(;ls and railroads made 
big money. People came 
from all sections of the 
country- to see these exhi- 
Ijitions, which were advertised 
in the newspapers. Excursion 
AMERICAN AND HORSE-SHOE FALLS. drains ran from Boston and 

were sold from these points at a great reduction. Blondin received a 




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percentage of all receipts, and made a snug sum. He never disappointed his audiences by any failure 
to fill the bills as advertised. August the 24th, of that year, he crossed the rope bound hand and foot, 
and returned carrying a stove to the middle of the chasm, made a fire and, turning cook, made an egg 
omelet and lowered it to the little steamer, " Maid of the Mist," to the captain. In September he 
crossed with his feet in bushel baskets. 

The French rope acrobat could do anything on the rope with perfect impunity, but the novelty 
finally wore off at the end of a two-season performance. His greatest feat was considered to be the 
carrying of his manager on his back. The latter afterwards said he would not take the whole of the 
United States and repeat the adventurous ride. 

The Prince of Wales shook hands with him after one of his performances, gave him a fat purse, 
commended his courage and nerve, and had quite a chat with him. 

After three years of sojourn at Niagara, Blondin sold his home which he had purchased there 
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NIAGARA FALLS' BRIDGES. 




THE BOY WHOSE KITE FIRST CROSSED THE CHASM- 

Orrin E. Dunlap, in Leslie's Weekly. 

HE second steel arch bridge across the Niagara gorge is in course of construction, to 
replace the upper suspension bridge close to the Falls. 

The signing of the contracts for the new arch was practically an order for the 
destruction of the last of the famous great suspension bridges at Niagara, so far as their original 
location is concerned, and the last of the structures traversed by thousands of tourists in an admiring 
mood will live in memory only. All arrangements for the building of the first bridge over the gorge 
were completed early in 1848, and the contractors set about finding a means of establishing communi- 
cation between the cliffs at the narrowest point near the whirlpool rapids. The idea of overcoming 
the difficulty by a powerful rocket was conceived. But this did not work, and some schoolboys 
flying their kites on the river bank gave the suggestion that the desired connection might be made 
by allowing a kite to settle on the opposite bank. 

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The most adept of the boys in flying their kites was little Homan Walsh, and the contractors 
invited him to try his skill. The prevailing wind at the Falls is from the southwest, and after 
waiting some days for a favorable wind, young Walsh walked up stream two miles to the ferry, and 
crossed to the Canadian side, reaching which he proceeded down stream to the site of the bridge. 
The wind was blowing strong, and he soon had his kite, named the Union, flying heavenward. The 
cord went out rapidly, but the gale was too strong to allow the kite to settle. Night came on and 
Walsh and boys who had gathered built a fire on the bank to keep warm, awaiting a lull in the 
wind towards midnight. The anxious watchers on the opposite shore also built a fire. Walsh knew 
then that his program was understood, and that there would be a close watch kept for the kite. 

The wind went down as expected, and about 12 o'clock increased tension and jerking on the 
kite string told him that his kite had landed and tliat the cord was safely across the gorge. The 
distance and roar of the rapids prevented verbal communication, therefore they were uncertain as to 
each other's movements. Suddenly there came a heavy jerk on the cord and then it fell loose in 
Walsh's hands. So much sag had been given it that it had reached the river below, in which a vast 
amount of ice was flowing, and the cord was broken in two. Disappointed, Walsh wound up his end 
of the cord and started for the ferry. Reaching there he was told the river was so full of ice that 
the boats dared not venture out. For eight days he was ice-bound on the Canadian shore. 

When finally he arrived home he found his kite uninjured, and after waiting again for a favorable 

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wind to fly it from the New York State bank, he again crossed to the Canadian side. The wind 
was favorable and in thirty minutes he had landed his kite, and the desired connection between the 
cliffs was established. The cord was used to draw a heavier cord across the river, and this was 
followed by a rope and a wire cable. Other cables followed, and a cable-way on which an iron 
basket ran, now in possession of the Buffalo Historical Society, was operated in building the bridge. 
Walsh received ^50 for his work. He is still alive and resides in Lincoln, Nebraska. 

Other cables were strung and placed on towers. From these cables were suspended two bridges, 
each about three feet wide and forty feet apart. Between them the cable-way was operated. 'I'he 
second of these bridges had been carried out about 250 feet from the New York State bank and 
about 150 feet from the Canadian bank, when a terrible tornado swept down the gorge from the 
southwest. The unfinished bridge was parted near the towers and the cables were displaced. F"ar 
out over midstream, 200 feet above the water, six men were at work. For a short time all seemed 
about to be lost. Back and forth the bridges swung at the mercy of the gale. Two of the men 
made their way to the bank, but four were left on a broken extremity. The rain came down in 
torrents. As soon as the storm subsided a little, the iron basket was let out on the cable with 
one man in it. He carried a ladder with him, and when he reached the wreck he used it to make 
a bridge, over which the men passed into the basket and were pulled ashore safely. 

The steel arch now being built will be the fourth bridge erected on the site. Connection at 

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this point was made between the cHffs by carrying a rope across the river on an ice bridge. The 
first bridge was a wooden structure, opened to the pubHc, January 2, 1869. In 1887-88 it was rebuilt 
in steel. On the night of January 9-10, 1889, the new structure was wrecked by wind and turned 
bottom up in the gorge. A portion of this bridge still lies beneath the waters of the river. The 
last man to cross it was Dr. John Hodge, of Niagara Falls, who went to the Canadian side to visit 
a very sick patient. On his return he had a frightful experience, and narrowly escaped being blown 
into the gorge. The suspension bridge was rebuilt in 1889, and it is this bridge that is now to 
give way to the latest steel arch. 

With the building of the arch the present suspension bridge will be taken down and carried 
down stream seven miles, where it is to be rebuilt on the site of the old Lewiston bridge, which was 
wrecked by wind on April 16, 1864, under remarkable circumstances. In March and early in April 
of the year mentioned the ice came down the river from Lake Erie in great and unusual quantities. 
An immense gorge was formed below the bridge, and the ice piled up about the anchorages of the 
guys to such an extent that it created alarm that when it moved it would carry the guys away. 
The gorge broke and the owners of the bridge congratulated themselves that their care had resulted 
in saving the structure. Nice weather followed, but the bridge men did not think to replace the 
guys. A fierce storm came down the gorge and the bridge was swept away. It was never rebuilt, 
but over the gorge to-day, from cliff to cliff, the cables swing, attracting much attention from passers 



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through the now popular route of travel, and affording, it is said, in the past a means of criminals 
escaping from the United States into the Dominion. 

HOW TO SEE THE FALLS ARIGHT. 

The writer, having visited the Falls of Niagara about forty times, thinks he knows what to advise 
visitors to do who wish to view it aright and get the best impression of it. 

After arriving, the tourist should select his hotel, a list of which is given at the end of this 
article. After washing off the dust of travel, we presume he will want to start out sight-seeing. 
Avoid hacks and carriages by all means, unless your time is very much limited. It is never 
undignified to walk "where God has put His seal." Every step is crowned with glorious visions of 
His power, and you will want to linger too many times to suit carriage-drivers, no matter what 
their terms may be. The American Fall is not more than ten or fifteen minutes' walk at most 
from any hotel on the American side. First wend your way to Prospect Point, at the brink of the 
Cataract, and from the corner of the stone wall let your eye catch and at one glance take in the 
grand panorama before you. The Horse Shoe Falls can be seen in the distance. Now center your 
eyes on one of the waves just in front of you, following it as far down the brink as possible, until 
it ends in a million opalescent white bubbles, as it disappears out of sight. Waves follow waves ; 
onward they travel like troopers ; you may watch them for hours and find no two alike, as they leap 

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THE THREE GRACES. 



to their destiny, 163 feet below. At the farther side of the Fall you will observe Luna Island, beyond 
which is the Central Fall. To approach it you follow up the river and cross the bridge over the 
rapids leading to Goat Island. On this bridge you will gaze in wonderment at the rapids, the sublime 
and fit portal to the American Falls. As you gaze on this mad rush of waters whirling down the 
incline slope, you will feel that your most imperial fancies have fallen far short of the great reality. 
You had placed the sublime wholly in extent, giving that the ascendency, not anticipating, and forgetting 
entirely the more potent elements of motion and velocity now for the first time presented to your 
gaze. The ocean stretching beyond reach of vision, or swooping down upon the sternest lee-shore, is 
a feebler emblem of power than is the inevitable and despairing rush with which these tortured waters 
leap and plunge onward to the brink you have left behind. You will wish to linger at this enchanted 
sight, but you cannot, and you cross the bridge ; a sign will direct you to the right to Luna Island 
and Falls. 

As you wander through the wooded isle, and approach these objects, your eyes fix upon a special 
white crest of foam, and you turn to the right, pass down the stairs over the rushing stream until 
you are on Luna Island. From the center of the descending waters, a pillar of spray floods calmly up, 
and, if the sun is shining, it will be crowned by numerous rainbows rising above the verge of the abyss. 
You are now 1,060 feet across from where you obtained your first view. Retrace your steps and follow 
the road parallel to the river until you come to the Hiddle Staircase, down which you wind to the foot of 

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the precipice. You are here close upon tin- fra-m' nt of rock that fell from just in front of the tower in 



February, 1852. The water 
at this extremity of the Fall 
descends in light, feathery 
forms, contrasting finely with 
the solid masses in which it 
plunges down the center of 
the sweeping curve. The old 
stone Terrapin Tower was 
perched upon the very brink 
of the precipice above, so 
close that the next fall of 
rock would carry it along 
with it ; hence it was, in 1874, 
removed. The path to the 
right, to the foot of the stair- 
case, leads to the Cave of 




AMERICAN FALL, GOAT ISLAND AND HORSE-SHOE FALL. 



the Winds, which lies behind 
the Central Fall. As you 
enter it amid the blinding 
spra)', you will find it truly 
" a dismal roaring of wind 
and water." You are across, 
and stand secure on the 
bottom of the cave. Now 
look up and see what a 
magnificent arch is formed by 
the solid rock on the one 
side and the descending mass 
of water on the other. Which 
is the more solid and firm 
you would hardly venture to 
say. If it is time for the 



su 



n to set you are most fortunate, for you shall see what you can see nowhere else on earth — three 



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rainbows, one within tlie otlier, not half formed and incomplete, as is the record of our daily life, but 
filling up the complete circle, absolutely perfect. 

Retrace your steps, ascend the Biddle Staircase, turn to the right to the Horse Shoe Falls, and by 
descending a series of steps, and crossing the Terrapin Bridge, where formerly stood the old Tower, you 
get within a few paces curving crest of the 



of the precipice of the 
cataract. Here is the 
grandest and most 
terrible sight on earth, 
equalled only by the 
view from the vestibule 
below when on board 
of the " Maid of the 
Mist." Linger here. 
Ever and anon lift 
3'our eyes from the 




THE THREE SISTER ISLANDS. 



Horse Shoe to the 
innumerable avalanche 
of waters that sweep 
around the circumfer- 
ence of that majestic 
curve, and you will 
feel that Niagara is 
bearing inspection and 
growing upon you. 
You will not wonder 
that Jenny Lind, the 



Swedish singer, twice commissioned an artist to paint this scene for her, or that Brainard, the poet, so 
beautifully described it in these words : 



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" The thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain 
While I look upward to thee. It would seem 
As if God pour'd thee from his hollow hand 
And hung his bow upon thine awful front," etc., 

or as Ridgely graphically describes this particular view : 

" Here hast thou ever poured 
Earth's grand libation to Eternity, 
Thy misty incense rising unto God — 
The God that was and is and is to be." 

Retrace your steps and get some one to direct you to the Three Sister Islands, or, after ascending 
the steps, turn to the right, follow the direction of sign-posts, and you will soon reach them, connected 
one with the other by bridges. From the third Sister Island you will obtain one of the most terrific 
and lasting scenes in Nature. The maddened, roaring and leaping waters defy the pen of man to 
describe their awful power and sublime magnificence displayed here ; it is not attempted. Now return 
to the bridge over which you crossed the first (American Falls rapids). A short cut across Goat Island 
will bring you to the bridge, upon which you pause a second time to view the restless waves, and see 
them coming afar off, apparently out of the deep blue sky, in one great sweep, multitudinous, illimitable, 
foaming and eddying around the rocks, and rising in great swells of unparalleled beauty, rushing onward 
to take the final leap. 

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Next descend the incline plane to the foot of the American Falls. What a sight greets the eye, 
never to be forgotten ! After returning to the top of the inclined railway, the next view should be taken 




WINTER FOLIAGE AT THE HORSE SHOE. 



from the top of the steel tower, reached by safety elevators, where )ou get a bird's-e)e view of the 
river from Lake Erie to the Falls at your feet, and of the gorge onward to Lake Ontario. After 



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descending the tower, go over the suspension foot bridge to the Canada side, and view the cataract 
in its entirety. , . . 

The American Fall and a part of the Horse Shoe Fall lie directly parallel with the Canada shore, 
and its whole extent can be taken in at a single glance. It is this oneness of aspect which renders 
the prospect from the Canada side so very impressive, and no doubt it- will give you the best view yet 
obtained, for here you have a strong, sharp outline, which may afterward be filled up at leisure. This 
was Charles Dickens' favorite view. To secure the most striking view of the Horse Shoe Fall you should 
descend to the bottom of the cliff at a point near the ferry landing. You will notice the current nearest 
the Canada shore runs up stream, as though seeking an outlet in the direction from which it came. If 
3'ou can manage to work your way up to the edge of the precipice, or rather to the foot of the Fall, you 
will observe that the descending sheet of water occupies the entire field of vision, and it descends in a 
mass, apparently as solid as though carved from marble. It is only now that you begin to comprehend 
the height of the Fall. It makes you dizzy to look up to the upper edge of the rushing column. You 
are standing just midway between the top and the bottom, on the ruins of Table Rock, the last part of 
Avhich fell in 1887. It was from this point, before Table Rock fell, that Mrs. Sigourney wrote her beautiful 
poem on the rock in 1834. The seething whirlpool you now look down upon with terror as you watch 
the waters writhe and eddy as though frenzied with its fearful leap. Round and round it goes in solemn 
gyrations, bearing with it whatever floating object may have plunged into its vortex. F>om this ])oint of 
view the lines of Mrs. Hanaford on Niagara will be recalled : 

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" Awe-struck I stand 
Beside this avalanche of waves, 
And hear the voice 
Of God from out these watery depths." 

No words could be more appropriate or significant to describe the emotions in tliis upward look. 

After ascending the bank of the river the visitor may enter the stone building known as the Museum, 
from the top of the tower of which a magnificent view of the Falls can be obtained. Other points of 
interest connected with the Falls are the Whirlpool Rapids just below the Railway Suspension Bridge, 
where the gorge is exceedingly deep and narrow in comparison with other portions of it, and the water 
is forced through at the speed of 45 miles an hour. The tourist who can fail to be impressed by the 
grandeur or beauty of the gorge at this point, or the terrible impetuosity of the plunging waters, 
sometimes swelling and leaping to the height of 30 feet, must be absolutely unimpressionable ; but so is 
he that does not feel the awfulness of the scene. 

The famous Whirlpool, two or three miles below the rapids, is a place that no one who visits 
Niagara should fail to see. The new electric cars that run down the valley of the gorge on the American 
side will take the tourist to these places. An excursion on this line will be found to be one of the 
most romantic in the world. The electric line on the Canada side has charms of its own, and the 
patronage of it pays a big dividend. It will take you to Brock's monument, one of the most bcautitul 

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shafts ever erected by a grateful country to the memory of a gallant soldier. The three bridges that 
span the gorge are wonderful pieces of architecture, and will be admired by all who visit them. 

Those who descend the winding staircase on the Canada side, and wend their way over piles of 
rocks that have fallen from above, should advance towards the F"alls under the lee of the curvated banks. 
Breathing here will become difficult, but there is an opportunity afforded to contemplate the Cataract in 
all its erandeur. We feel more sensible of the vast height and immense wei<rht of the waters from this 
than any other position. The cavern formed by the projecting rocks extends for some distance behind 
the sheet of water, and were not the difficulty of breathing great, its entrance would be easy. Proceed 
onward and you finally reach the interior of the watery cave. The difficulty of breathing will diminish 
after passing the outer edge of the Fall. Now look upward, and the lucid stream will appear curved 
overhead, illumined to phosphoric brightness by the piercing sunbeams, and sustained at the very point 
of intersection upon the dark, rocky pile which completes the cone at its base. Immersed in awful 
sublimity, we pace the recesses of this gloomy abode, both real and fanciful — subterraneous, aerial and 
aquatic, over a floor of shelving fragments, and without any other dream than that of being crushed by 
falling rock or precipitated into the boiling abyss. After imprudent curiosity is satisfied, every visitor 
will retrace his steps, and will never forget the impressions made by this subterranean exploration. 



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PRINCIPAL HOTELS. 



In the list of hotels given below no preference is given in this article to any one of them. Some 
are more beautifully situated than others, but they are given here in the order of their capacity only. 

Imperial Capacity, 600 



Cataract House 

International Hotel 

Tower Hotel 

Prospect House 

Hotel Kaltenbach 

United States Hotel 

Niagara House 

Falls Hotel 

Hotel Atlantique 

Niagara Falls House 

Temperance House 

New Columbian 

Maley Hotel 

Salt's New Hotel 

Clifton House (Canada side). 



500 

500 

100 

100 

80 

80 

75 

75 

75 

75 

65 

60 

SO 
50 

350 



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