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-channels by great masses of upheaved rock, and 

 these miniature streams, after winding hither and 

 thither through deep, dark, narrow fissures for 

 perhaps one or two hundred yards, reunite to form 

 this headlong mountain torrent. Viewing these 

 scenes, one is forcibly reminded of the poet's words: 



"How the giant element, 

 From rock to rock, leaps with delirious bound." 



Series of cascades, a quarter to half a mile long, are 

 met with at frequent intervals, which rival in their 

 beauty and magnificence those of the Columbia or 

 the Upper Yellowstone. Whirlpools occur at the 

 foot of some of these, in which the clear, bright 

 green water boils, sparkles, and effervesces like vast 

 reservoirs of champagne. The moanings and roar- 

 ings emitted by this matchless stream in its mad 

 career may be heard in places half a mile. At 

 many points its banks rise almost perpendicularly 

 to heights of 300, 400, or 500 feet. You may stand 

 so nearly over the water that you can easily toss a 

 large rock into it, and yet you are far above the 

 tops of the massive firs and cedars that grow at the 

 water's edge. Looking down from these heights 

 you may see in the crystal fluid whole schools of 

 the lordly salmon plowing their way up against the 

 almost resistless fury of the current, leaping through 

 the foam, striking with stunning force against hidden 

 rocks, falling back half dead, and, drifting into some 

 clear pool below, recovering strength to renew the 

 hopeless assault. 



The time will come when an easy roadway, and 

 possibly an iron one, will be built up this grand 

 canon, and thousands of tourists will annually stand 



