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WANDERINGS IN 
FOURTH 
JOURNEY, 
Buffalo. 
Falls of 
Niagara. 
vernal bloom, their summer richness, and autumnal 
tints, please and refresh the eye of man; and even 
when the days of joy and warmth are fled, the 
wintry blast soothes the listening ear with a sublime 
and pleasing melancholy as it howls through their 
naked branches. 
“ Around me trees unnumber’d rise, 
Beautiful in various dyes: 
The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, 
The yellow beech, the sable yew; 
The slender fir, that taper grows, 
The sturdy oak, with broad-spread boughs.” 
A few miles before you reach Buffalo, the road is 
low and bad, and, in stepping out of the stage, I 
sprained my foot very severely; it swelled to a great 
size, and caused me many a day of pain and morti¬ 
fication, as will be seen in the sequel. 
Buffalo looks down on Lake Erie, and possesses 
a fine and commodious inn. At a little distance is 
the Black Rock, and there you pass over to the 
Canada side. A stage is in waiting to convey you 
some sixteen or twenty miles down to the falls. 
Long before you reach the spot you hear the mighty 
roar of waters, and see the spray of the far-famed 
falls of Niagara, rising up like a column to the 
heavens, and mingling with the passing clouds. 
At this stupendous cascade of nature, the waters 
of the lake fall one hundred and seventy-six feet per¬ 
pendicular. It has been calculated, I forget by 
whom, that the quantity of water discharged down 
this mighty fall, is six hundred and seventy thousand 
two hundred and fifty-five tons per minute. There are 
