The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1878-10-25
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The Great Fourfbld Waterfall of india.
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so famous as they should be, for no.
where the world throughout can there
be another such vision. From the lip
of the precipice to the dark pools Mt it's
foot liz an accurate measured distance
of $50 feet, more than twice the height
of the top of the cross that surmounts
st. Pauls Cathedral, and down this pro-
digious descent pour the four cataracts.
each arrayed in its own special robes of
grandeur and beauty. First on the
western side is the Great or Raiah fall !:
branch of the river runs over a pro-
jecting ledge, and, nowhere touching
the Titanic wall, which hollows. in, de-
sends in n stately unbroken column,
gradually widening its shining skirts,
into black unfathomable pool $50 feet
below. Imperially sublime, the trans
figured water passes with majestic
calmness through the void in fold after
fold of ermine Wilderness, spreading out
its magnifcence as it silently nears the
end. The precipice runs backward.
carving an irregular bay, on whose
farther side the next fall, named
the Roarer, shoots slanting down
third of the height into rocky
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boils out in broad, massive cataract,
plunging 500 feet in the same pool OBJ
posite its kingly neighbor. All the
thunder and madness of the element
are gathered in this writhing, headlong
flood, and it is the voice of the fury
that comes up from the abyss, like the
roar and tumult of hurrying multitudes
in the face of some great monarch NOV
ing to his doom. Leaving the bay, next
on the general plane of precipice comes
the Rocket fall, running impetuously
over the brim and down the face of the
stupendous wall, to which it only just
clings with broad band of glistening
white-foam water, speeding in quick
gushes, necessarily darling out myriads
of watery rockets and vaporous arrows,
with which all it's volume seems alive,
and pouring clear mt last in dense
shining curtain into its own pool. Last
and loveliest, La Dame Blanche glides
down the grim, colossal rampant in
lapse after lapse of delicate lace-like
wells, now blowing out in bright, misty
spray and quickly gathering up the
white folds, and so stealing downward
with "a whispering murmur. till
gently sinking in sparkling shower
into pool whose ink-black surface is
hardly ruffied. At point furlong or
two below the falls on the farther side
of the mighty ravine that cleaves the
mountains from their feet, platform
had been hewn in the rock, whence the
whole overpowering precipice and the
four falls are disclosed from top to bot
tom; the eye at once takes i'll the sub
lime column of the Great fall, the
wild, tumultuous plunge of the Roarer,
the impetuous gush and foaming
sheaves of the Rocket, and the hesitat-
ing, tremulous beauty of La Dame
Blanche. All around the world there
can be nothing to match the sight. The
opposite side of the profound ravine,
which maintains n uniform width and
depth as far as seen, rising tree-crowned
crests higher than the line of the falls,
sinks in perpendicular drop of stern
gray walls for more than thousand
feet to the floor of the colossal chasm
only here and there u dark rent or
stunted tree rooted in crevice breaks
the awful uniformity. On the side
where we sit the slopes, densely forest
clad, descend with only less than pre-
cipitous steepness. Looking down the
ravine, the gaunt, rocky faces gradually
disappear and a majestic wooded mount
ain closes the view. But one cannot
turn long from the sublime vision of
the falls, and the long pillar of bright
waterloo long to be taken in at a
glance, the eye must follow them
bathed in light, as the Indian sun darts
its radiance to their feet. Small trees,
patches of heritage and grassy shelves,
kept fresh 10y the spray-rain, soften the
front of the abyss about the Rocket and
the White Lady; but gloomy, cavern
Gus recesses, which no sunshine reaches,
lie behind the Great fall as it pours
from its beetling rim. Above in the
background the higher submits of the
mountains lift green peaks and darby
wooded crests into mid-air, and at the
bottom of the fall sunbow, ever rising
slowly higher as the suns rays pene-
trate deeper, arches the dark pools with
its beautiful soft splendor. In the
morning it lies long and low, but as
cends with the sun, and after noontide
spans the ravine with a glorious, lofty
semi-circle. Not much mist-cloud arises
except where the Roarer hurls down its
massive volume, but the air is laden
with moisture and often fu'shes with
brilliant colors as blasts of wind below
scatter for a moment the symmetry of
the sunbow, and fling wider the shining
robes of the Great fall. No, there can
be nothing comparable to it elsewhere.
The Staubbach dropping it's single
smoke-like veil from as lofty brow,
and the enormous flood and breadth and
massiveness of Niagara, far less in
height, belong to different order of
sublimity. The many torrents of the
Zambesi falls descend but 100 feet into
a long, narrow assure, "a gigantic crack"
only 80 feet across. One hears of mar
velous cataracts among Norwegian hills
and in California valleys, but nowhere
else are all the wonders and enchant-
ments of water in every aspect of grace
and beauty, force, majesty and terror,
so gathered and set in such frame of
surprising sublimity and awful grand
eur amid all the magnifcence of tropical
mountain scenery.