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applause, again, like yonder silent eddy, turning in 

 at the wayside to get a little rest before we leap into 

 the unknown beyond. 



" Mister, your coat-tails are getting wet ! " This 

 salutation from a barefooted urchin below me who 

 with a sapling as youthful as himself was flinging 

 his line across the stream aroused me from my 

 meditations, and caused me to take a more literal 

 look at things present. Wringing the moisture 

 from my garment, I retraced my steps to the less 

 hazardous position where I had left our party, and 

 who were patiently awaiting my return. 



Retracing our steps, we were soon again seated 

 in our mountain wagon, and bowling along at a 

 rapid pace for the Crystal Cascade. Here a much 

 longer walk, but for which we were well repaid, 

 awaited us; and following the well-trodden path, 

 with an occasional rest on a wayside seat, we were 

 soon within sound and sight of this beautiful fall. 



What a contrast ! here no rude, rushing, rioting 

 waters plunge seemingly on to their own destruc- 

 tion ; but gently as the April shower falls upon the 

 thirsting earth the sparkling waters pause upon the 

 precipice's brink, break into a thousand crystals, 

 and, as if fearing to disturb the calmer depths 

 below, toy with each other in their slow descent, 

 reflecting rainbow glories as they pursue the pris- 

 matic gems that have preceded them. 



