is the only family of beavers I ever met 

 who are not good engineers. 



There is also the typical tale of the 

 "big trout a perfect monster of a fish," 

 that lives in the deep pool under the 

 falls. Scores of people have "seen him;" 

 every guide and every fisherman who 

 has visited this region has tried to catch 

 the "wise old moss-back." Several times 

 he has been hooked, but the stories of 

 lost leaders and broken tackle that have 

 been told would fill a volume, and he 

 still lives. 



Also, the falls are not without their 

 romance. Tradition, dating back to the 

 Indian occupation, perhaps a hundred 

 and fifty years ago, tells of a beautiful 

 Indian maiden who was wont to meet 

 her lover at midnight when the moon 

 was full, at a spot just above the falls. 

 Coming down the river in her birch- 

 bark canoe, the maiden would await 

 the arrival of the young warrior, who 



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