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times, but steadily on over the now never quiet but always 
murmuring river, for new scenes and fresh adventures. 
At last we come in sight of the falls, which now are beau- 
tiful. The white waters come dashing over the rocky walls 
above, tumbling, hissing, whirling around the great boulders 
and huge old granite giants, that stand quiet and unmoved in 
the midst of all this turmoil, as the waters leap out and past 
them, and go crowding and tumbling down to the bottom 
pools below, and here forming little floating islands of beau- 
tiful white foam, white as the purest snow, and which the 
merry breezes so love to sport with, for as they go chasing 
by it they catch upon their wings many flakes of oddest 
shapes, large and small, carrying the little ones a piece with 
them, which soon drift away in the air like white millers on 
the wing. Dropping the larger ones, which go sailing down, 
gaily dancing at the first, over the troubled waters, when 
reaching the calm, smooth surface, make a few waltzing 
motions and go smoothly down, to disappear from view. 
After having lunch at the falls, and a restful smoke while 
watching the merry tumbles of the waters on their way down 
to the pools below, and now and then seeing many a trout 
jumping high up, only to fall back again, and see a few suc- 
ceeding, for they stem up some of the weaker currents, get- 
ting up one step at a time, and are resting there beneath some 
friendly rock; we begin to make ready for the carry, and 
bundle and strap the cargo all in packs. 
The graceful little lady who has so bravely faced all the 
difficulties on her way, and laughed at the fitful ways of the 
winds and the waters, now lies quiet on the shore beneath the 
falls, quite subdued by their haughty manner, their many cease- 
less voices and this rough ascent. ‘* Cheer up little lady, for 
