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caps where the narrow rocky channel frets 

 the water as it passes. While going back 

 from this point I saw dozens of men out 

 upon rocks and logs, and some with their 

 stockings and shoes removed and wading 

 in the shallow water, all busy gathering 

 pebbles or other articles as mementoes of 

 their trip. By the way, while on thfe street 

 car later, on my way to Buffalo, the 

 falls were the chief subject of con- 

 versation, and there was some discussion as 

 to whether the water was really as green as 

 it looked, when one man pulled out of his 

 pocket a bottle that he had filled with water 

 just above the falls. Of course, the water 

 was perfectly clear. 



Going back to the main land we went 

 down the inclined railway that lands us 

 just at the foot of the American falls where 

 the little steamer has a landing. Going on 

 board we laid aside our hats and donned a 

 water-proof suit that covered us from head 

 to toe. This is necessary on account of the 

 mist that wets one worse than a rain, as it 

 comes from all directions. They may say 

 what they like, but one has not really seen 

 the falls until a trip is taken on this little 

 steamer. As we approach the face of the 

 great horse shoe falls, and went closer and 

 closer I began to wonder how much farther 

 we would go, and then to ask myself " Sup- 

 pose some accident should happen and they 

 could not shut off steam, and that some- 

 thing should also happen to the steering 

 geer, and that we should be driven directly 

 into that great mass of roaring water ? " 

 Nearer and nearer we crept until — at last 

 steam was shut off and I felt a sort of re- 

 laxation of the nerves all over my body. I 

 looked up and nothing could be seen but 

 the great white walls of water beginning in 

 the foam and mist almost at my feet and 

 and reaching up until they met the blue 

 sky, fleecy clouds and sunshine above. 

 Looking down, we are riding upon tossing 

 waves of foam decorated with a most gor- 

 geous rainbow. As we drift down to calm- 

 er waters, steam is put on again and we are 

 treated to the same experience again and 

 again. It is the one time in my life when I 

 felt that I was in another world. If this 

 boat ride had cost me $10.00 I should have 

 thought it worth all that it cost; as it was I 

 felt that never before had I received so 

 much for fifty cents. 



From the falls we took the electric cars on 

 what is called the gorge route and went 



down the river some fifteen miles. Fancy 

 a gorge the walls of which are from 

 100 to perhaps 200 feet in height. The walls 

 are mostly of a rich brown stone largely 

 covered with bushes, trees and vines. The 

 reddish brown of the rock, when patches of 

 it peep out through the green verdure, 

 gives a fine contrast of colors, while at the 

 bottom of the gorge leap and prance the 

 waters of Niagara. The gorge is narrow 

 and steep and the channel filled with rocks 

 and the manner in which the water dashes 

 through, over and around these obstructions 

 is something grand to see. The waves of 

 the ocean in a terrible storm dashing upon 

 a rocky shore are the only comparison. 

 Now then, in the rocky banks, just high 

 enough to be out of the way of these leap- 

 ing waves, is cut a pathway for this electric 

 road. Here we go, with electricity for our 

 horse, and these great waves breaking just 

 at our feet and filling our faces with their 

 spray. I doubt if there is a more picture- 

 sque ride in this country. How many times 

 I thought: "I must certainly bring Mrs. 

 Hutchinson here sometime to see this. " I 

 hope that I may yet be able to do so. 



A Condensed View of Current 

 Bee Writings. 



E. E. HASTY. 



There is a balm for mourners sad, when funeral 



torches burn- 

 None when a darling child grows up— it's gone, 



beyond return. 

 She grows not old, nor coy, nor bold, be future 



glad or stern ; 

 Immortal now in loving hearts art thou sweet 



little Fern. 



Father nor sister ne'er shall say, as long as 



life shall bide ; 

 " My baby's dead, but no one knows exactly 



when she died, 

 And there's no grave in any yard to go and 



weep beside. " 

 Though tears must flow, and hearts must ache, 

 one fount of grief is dried. 



I want to cry out somewhat against the 

 Monnier sure cure for paralysis, vouched 

 for by Earl C. Walker, Gleanings 62r>, and 

 encouraged in an editorial note. Not that 

 experiments on that line should be entirely 

 forbidden; but for pity's sake, 'gentlemen, 

 go a little slow, and imperil but few healthy 

 colonies at first (putting a healthy family 

 into the same rooms with a family that has 

 leprosy.) Don't encourage others to fall in 



