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icicles. At the foot of the fall, the blue water rushed 
out, dashing the white foam many feet in the air; and 
through the thick woods which overhung the cascade, 
‘the sun cast his rays upon the gorgeous prospect, making 
every object throw forth a thousand brilliant shades, 
and the glittering ice which encircled the fall was so 
transparent, that the blue water could be seen beneath 
dashing furiously down, as if enraged at restraint. Not 
ten feet from the verge of the fall, on a rock in the 
centre of the river, stood the wounded Cariboo. The 
water around him was fearfully rapid—one false step 
would carry him under the ice, and down the fall. On 
the bank stood the dog: my first care was to secure him, 
as he appeared ready every. instant to make a spring 
that must have been fatal. The Cariboo had chosen a 
most admirable place of retreat; nothing living could 
approach him with safety. On each side the perpen- 
dicular cliffs towered many feet over his head—before 
him the roaring torrent, and behind the ice-bound cata- 
ract. After feasting my eyes on this wild and romantic 
scene, I approached as near the fall as the rugged cliff 
would permit. The Cariboo saw me, and with glaring 
* eye-balls he shook his branching antlers in impotent 
rage, presenting to my rifle his broad front, as in defi- 
‘ance. I am not ashamed to say I was happy.when I 
glanced at the rapid water and rugged cliff between me 
and my devoted prey; for I have no doubt, had it been 
in his power he would have soon shortened the distance : 
