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size, but any way they were large enough to fit a 

 Daniel Lambert. The full dress, with headgear 

 not unlike that of a Capuchin monk, was even still 

 more imposing. I made two rough sketches at the 

 time, which, as they amused my Chief, I venture to 

 reproduce. Thus equipped, we descended a spiral 

 staircase, at the foot of which we had spikes attached 

 to our over-shoes, and, following a guide, advanced 

 in solemn procession, the Chief leading the way 

 down a precipitous, ice-bound declivity which led 

 to the foot of the Horseshoe Falls. We had to hug 

 the right side of the overhanging cliff, as huge icicles 

 were falling at intervals from above ; and, had they 

 struck us, would have '' caved in " our skulls. It 

 was as nasty a walk as I ever remember under- 

 taking, since one false step would have landed us in 

 the Rapids. The guide, of course, went ahead as 

 guides always do, not caring two straws about us. 

 At length we reached the foot of the Falls and walked 

 under them ten or fifteen yards, and then returned, 

 not feeling by any means sorry the adventure was 

 over. The roar under those Falls is simply deafen- 

 ing, almost enough alone to make one giddy. 

 Having got out of our tarpaulins we drove along the 

 side of the Rapids as far as the Whirlpool, and were 

 shown the spot where the intrepid Matthew Webb 



