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was last seen above the surface of the seething 

 torrent. 



The next day, after breakfast, we three walked 

 round Goat Island and returned to the hotel to 

 lunch. After this meal we proceeded, in a sort of 

 four-wheeler that had been chartered for us, to a 

 monastery on a hill on the Canadian side, from 

 which point of vantage one is supposed to get the 

 finest bird's-eye view of the river above the Falls, 

 the Falls themselves, the Rapids, and the Whirlpool. 

 Hinde was on the box with the driver, Bergne 

 and I inside, and the Chief with his back to the 

 horse. We suddenly became aware that we were 

 going at the gallop up a very steep ascent. Looking 

 out of the window, I saw to my horror that one wheel 

 was just on the edge of an upright precipice, and 

 some two hundred feet below were the waters of one 

 of the converging affluents of the river. On our 

 left was an upright bank of shrubbery. As a matter 

 of fact we learned afterwards that our driver had 

 chosen an ice-bound cattle-track, up which no vehicle 

 had ever been driven before. It was a painfully 

 perilous position, fraught with danger, and I never 

 felt in a greater funk in my life, I'm bound to admit. 

 I said to Mr. Chamberlain, who was seated opposite 

 to me, " Good God, sir, look where we are." He 



