GOOD-BY, JOE. 63 



" You have heard of the famous ice-cone that is 

 formed at the foot of the fall in winter, by the 

 spray freezing upon the rocks, until it reaches nearly 

 the base of the cataract, and forms almost a sugar- 

 loaf in appearance, and about two hundred feet in 

 height?" 



" Yes, I saw a picture of it at the Russell House, 

 last summer." 



" Well, I slid down that cone once on an Indian 

 'tarbogan,' a sort of double-ended sled; and I 

 think, for rapid locomotion and dangerous situa- 

 tions, that you could give points to the most daring 

 aeronaut that ever sought the eastern current 

 through the boundless immensity of space." 



" How did you get to the top ? " 



" By steps cut in the solid ice, and I think now 

 that I should go up a good many times rather than 

 slide down once. There were several in our party ; 

 and we were bantering each other in regard to tak- 

 ing the slide, when, being younger and rather more 

 reckless than the rest of the party, I determined to 

 make the descent. 



" Seating myself behind the Indian, and grasping 

 him about the middle, my legs clasping his firmly, 

 we started. Yes, I am quite sure we started, and 

 I am just as sure that a moment afterward I wished 

 we hadn't. I said we slid, better, that we flew, for 



