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names. There is the Bridal Veil, 630 feet, not unlike 

 the Switzer Staubbach ; the Grizzly Bear, of 2,600 

 feet, broken into three separate cascades of 1,600, 600, 

 and 400 feet ; whilst the Vernal and the Nevada, one 

 above the other, are tumbling down from a height of 

 1,000 feet. There was a steep ladder attached to 

 the rock, close to the latter falls, to enable travellers to 

 view them from above, and as I was ascending the same 

 through a cloud of spray to reach the granite basin, into 

 which dropped the upper cascade, and whence the other 

 took its final leap, a splendid rainbow was stretching 

 right across this foaming mass, completing a picture of 

 amazing beauty. 



From the foot of the waterfall I walked to a small 

 lake of peculiar dark-green appearance, only 150 feet 

 in diameter, and after climbing over a chaotic mass of 

 enormous black boulders, owing their presence appar- 

 ently to volcanic action, I suddenly emerged upon the 

 beautiful Mirror lake, about a quarter of a mile across, 

 so clear that every detail of the surrounding rocks was 

 therein reflected. There were the Two Domes raising 

 their hoary heads 3,500 and 4,700 feet respectively, and 

 beyond, the Clouds' Rest, the highest peak, towering 

 nearly 6,000 feet into the clear sky. The sun was 

 just setting on the upper portion of these lofty cliffs, 

 and its effect on the water was indescribably pic- 



