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with its gray rocks and rich under-wood, as well as of the 

 vineyards which encompass it, and their white cottages. 

 The continual descent of the enormous river, the waving 

 of the adjoining woods, and the dark shadows of the 

 clouds floating over the vine-clad hills, produce the most 

 complete deception I ever witnessed. Indeed, I could 

 scarcely believe that it was only a reflection of nature, and 

 not nature's self, and when the light was admitted, the 

 whole appeared to vanish rather by the hand of enchant- 

 ment than from natural causes. I would certainly advise 

 any one visiting this neighbourhood to make a point of 

 seeing the camera, for I really think I derived as much 

 pleasure from it as from the scene itself. The roaring 

 voice of the river renders the delusion perfect. 



"I saw this fall from many different points of view, 

 each successively appearing finer than the other ; and 

 though I arrived at the foot of it about eleven in the 

 forenoon, it was half-past eight in the evening before I 

 returned to the auberge. One view from a pine wood 

 opposite is particularly fine, and it was at this time 

 adorned bv a bright and macmiflcent rainbow. About 

 eight o'clock, when everything was obscure except the 

 foaming cataract, I was still seated by the river side, 

 enjoying its tremendous melody. Suddenly a stream of 

 fire shot up from the rock close by, and threw a flood of 



stars among the silvery waters. For a few seconds I was 



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