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and the " water smoke " circling round 

 one, the falls may be looked at face to 

 face at very close quarters. 



This venture has a strange fascina- 

 tion about it, as I can vouch, having 

 tried it. My wife and another lady 

 insisted on coming too, and we were all 

 three so wound up by the "exaltation" 

 of the situation, that none of the pain- 

 ful promptings which sometimes assail 

 people in such positions came to dis- 

 turb us. 



THE FALLS OF GAIRSAPPA. 



Voice of the cataract ! Upon the mist 

 Is borne the thunder of thy stern rebuke. 

 Where wast thou, mortal, when the hand of God 

 Quarried yon chasm in the living rock, 

 And rent the hills to give the torrent way ? 

 How pigmy on the verge thy stature shows, 

 Set on a rampart of a thousand feet ! 



