264 WANDERINGS IN 



FOURTH 

 JOURNEY. 



A few miles before you reach Buffalo, the road 

 is low and bad, and, in stepping out of the stage, 

 I sprained my foot very severely ; it swelled to 

 a great size, and caused me many a day of pain 

 and mortification, as will be seen in the sequel. 



Buffalo. Buffalo looks down on Lake Erie, and pos- 

 sesses a fine and commodious inn. At a little 

 distance is the Black Rock, and there you pass 

 over to the Canada side. A stage is in waiting 

 to convey you some sixteen or twenty miles down 

 to the falls. Long before you reach the spot you 

 hear the mighty roar of waters, and see the spray 

 of the far-famed falls of Niagara, rising up like 

 a column to the heavens, and mingling with the 

 passing clouds. 



The fails of At this stupendous cascade of nature, the waters 

 of the lake fall one hundred and seventy-six feet 

 perpendicular. It has been calculated, I forget 

 by whom, that the quantity of water discharged 

 down this mighty fall, is six hundred and seventy 

 thousand two hundred and fifty-five tons per 

 minute. There are two large inns on the Canada 

 side; but, after you have satisfied your curiosity 

 in viewing the falls, and in seeing the rainbow in 

 the foam far below where you are standing, do 

 not, I pray you, tarry long at either of them. 

 Cross over to the American side, and there you 

 will find a spacious inn, which has nearly all the 

 attractions ; there you meet with great attention > 

 and every accommodation. 



