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the wonderful iridescence, and you can sit and 

 watch it play with its rock and pebbles, it does 

 not frighten you. You lay your hand upon the 

 white mane of its galloping regiments without 

 fear. You grow after awhile to love it; you long 

 to wade in it, to see how deep it is. It has a 

 perilous fascination, for there are perils in it. 



But you forget the stream and the canon and 

 everything else, as you look from below at the 

 falls. From the verj^ bottom springs one great 

 wonderful rainbow, a perfect arch, as steadfast 

 as though it were of steel, one foot resting on the 

 whirlpool and the other on the rock at the right. 

 It does not waver or quiver. It does not dissolve 

 and reappear as other rainbows. And two hun- 

 dred feet above, where one little spurt of spray 

 strikes a jut of stone, is a baby rainbow that 

 comes and goes and plays against the sombre 

 porphyritic rock, rising and falling, now close to 

 the rock, now venturing outwardly into the very 

 mass of the fall. 



Seen from below, the falls are even more 

 stupendous, more beautifiil than from above. 



