BURLING FALL. 169 



Mount Washington towering over all, for it reaches 

 an altitude of over six thousand feet. From a ridge, 

 bearing due east of Lake Parmachini, and only a 

 mile or two from its shores, through the giant pine 

 trees, may be viewed the whole net work of the 

 Richardson and Renslier lakes, with their connecting 

 river links and outlying tributaries. In fact, the 

 landscape exhibits infinitely more water than it does 

 land. 



The river Magalaway is full of Salmo fontinalis, 

 but the pools are almost impossible to get at, as the 

 river bed has been worn so deep through the granite 

 rocks, that there are few places where fifty or sixty 

 feet of line would reach the surface of the water. 

 For miles it is a succession of waterfalls, and round, 

 dark, sullen-looking pools, on whose surface the sun's 

 rays have never shone. Talk of the falls of Clyde, they 

 cannot for a moment be compared with those upon 

 this erratic, turbulent western river. The only place 

 on earth that I have seen to resemble the Magalaway 

 but, then, it is upon a stupendous scale is the 

 grand canon of the Rio Colorado. The ordinary 

 volume of water that flows from Lake Parmachini 

 is about equal to that to be found in the Eden, at 

 Carlyle. But in spring, when winter breaks up, I 

 have been informed that the grandeur of this little- 

 known stream is indescribable. This I can well 

 imagine. However, not far from the mouth of the 

 Magalaway is the Burling Fall, the height of which 

 is about, I think, 250 feet, and is, therefore, one of 

 the finest cataracts on the Western Continent. When 

 first I visited it the lumbermen of the upper regions 

 were assembled here, shooting the giant pine logs 

 destined for the coast market over it. It was early 

 in June, and I can safely say that it was a sight I 

 would not like to have missed seeing, and shall pro- 

 bably remember to the end of my life. 



Small game is sufficiently plentiful about Lake 



