The whirlpool I like very much. It is fearful, too, to know, as you look, that whatever has been swallowed by the cataract, is like to rise suddenly to light here, whether up-rooted tree, or body of man or bird. The fountain beyond the Moss Islands, I discovered for myself, and thought it for some time an accidental beauty which it would not do to leave, lest I might never see it again. After I found it permanent, I returned many times to watch the play of its crest. In the little waterfall beyond, nature seems, as she often does, to have made a study for some larger design.
People complain of the buildings at Niagara, and fear to see it further deformed.
Of the May Apple, I did not raise one green tent without finding a flower beneath. And now farewell, Niagara. I will be here again beneath some flooding July moon and sun. However, the imperial presence needs not its crown, though illustrated by it. General Porter and Jack Downing were not unsuitable figures here.