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with thick foam, the noise of the falling water becoming 
more and more audible. On turning a bend of the river 
we caught sight of it. The water is seen to come tearing 
and dashing down through two main channels, forming a 
green islet in the centre : and on either side of these are 
two smaller channels, down which the water also pours 
itself over huge rocks and boulders, which are seen 
projecting themselves here and there above the surging 
mass. We drew as near as possible, and then landed, 
climbing to the head of the Falls, where we viewed 
them from above. After thoroughly satisfying ourselves, 
we returned to the Mission, where we passed the night 
pleasantly in the Indian hut, a small building lined and 
floored with bark. We held service with the Indians at 
half-past five the next morning in their rustic church, 
with its slabs from the forest for altar, trunks of trees 
for leclern and font stem, and long roughly hewn 
blocks of timber for seats ; all most delightfully in accord- 
ance with the genuine and unfeigned worship which 
these uncultured children of the forest love to offer. 
After service was over, we set out for Mabooroo Hill, 
the highest eminence in the neighbourhood, between 
the Demerara and Essequebo rivers, and commanding 
a view of both from its summit. The walk to its base 
alone occupied fully five hours, and was tiring enough, 
up hill and down hill, through creeks and swamps ; but 
we were amply rewarded when we arrived there, for a 
more delightful spot for encampment could not have 
been found anywhere. It is formed by an opening in 
the forest where a large waterfall has made a rent of 
about a hundred square feet or so. We breakfasted 
under the trees, and after a brief rest began to climb the 
