Travelers* Original Accounts Since 1840 



and hotels themselves form a landscape lovely as the gorgeous 1854 

 creations of Salvator Rosa. 



Mansfield, Lewis W. and Hammond, Samuel H. Country mar- 1854 

 gins and rambles of a journalist. N. Y. : J. C. Denby; Bost. : Phillips, Man5 fi e ld 

 Sampson and Co. 1855. Pp. 278-281. 



A short and sympathetic essay calling attention to the many phases of 

 the Falls, their unrivalled beauty, and the probability that they will ulti- 

 mately " be compelled to become utilitarian and perform an active part 

 in the great drama of life." 



Ferguson, William. America by river and rail; or, Notes by the 1854 

 way on the New World and its people. Lond. : James Nisbet. 1856. F^S 1 " 011 

 Pp. 441-458. 



The road to the Clifton-house is along the edge of 

 the ravine, so that we look down on the river. 



Presently we got a glimpse of the falls, and held 

 our breaths. It is — it is Niagara, we felt. By and by, the 

 road makes a turn, we issue from among some brushwood, and 

 both falls are full before us, about half a mile off. The scene 

 is perfectly beautiful, and very grand. But it does not strike you 

 as so grand at first. You only think that it is beautiful. It is 

 not till you have gazed and gazed, again and again, that you 

 begin to understand how grand it is. There are, as every one 

 knows, two falls. The river above makes a bend, and right in 

 the middle is Goat-island. The Great Horseshoe, or Canada 

 fall, is in front; the American fall pours in at the side. This 

 latter is the highest, but the other is by far the finest. In the 

 American fall, the water has a pale-green tinge; in the Horse- 

 shoe fall, it is a beautiful deep, clear green. It comes over in an 

 immense body, — looking like molten emerald ; but long ere it gets 

 half-way down, it is dashed into a sheet of frothy spray, as white 

 as driven snow; and so it falls on the rocks below. Constantly, 

 from the boiling whirl of waters, chafed among the huge rock- 

 masses which are heaped up at the bottom of the fall, a light 

 white cloud of spray rises, and hovers over the fall in a thousand 

 varying shapes. You are never tired of looking and listening; 



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