Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1888-07-12
PILGRIMS AT NIAGARA.
4 Walk Probably Unsurpassed In tn
World for Wonder and Beauty.

World for Wonder and Beauty.
As they walked slowly on, past tho,
now abandoned paper-mills and the,
other human impertinences, the ele-.
mental turmoil increased, and they
seemed entering world the founda-
rions of which were broken up. This
Eaust have been a good deal of matter
OF impression for other parties of sight
seers were coming and going, appar-
emily tinawed. and intent simply on
visiting every point spoken of in the
gulde-book, and probably unconscious
of the all-peryading terror. Standing
upon the platform at the top, the spec
tator realizes for the first time the inn
mense might of the down-pour of the
American fall, and notes the pale green
color, with here anu there aviolet tone,
and the white cloud mass squirting out
from the solid color. On the foam
crested river lay rainbow forming
nearly complete circle. The little
steamer Maid of the Mist was coming
up, riding the waves, dashed here and
there by conflicting currents, but reso-
lutely steaming on-such IS the audacity
nose into the boiling foam under the
Horseshoe On. the deck are pigmy
passengers in oil-skin suits, clumsy
figures, like Arctic explorers. The
boat tosses about like chip, it hest
tates and quiyers, and then slowly
swinging, darts away down the cur
rent, fleeing from the wrath of the
waters. and pursued by the angry roar.
Surely it is an island Of magic, un-
substantial, liable to 60 adrift and
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forest path, where the greattree trunks
assure one of stability and long immu-
nifty, this feeling can not be shaken off.
Our party descended the winding stair
case in the tower, and walked on the
shelf under the mighty ledge to the
entrance of the Cave of the winds.
The curtain of water covering this en-
trance was blown back and forth by
dry and now deluging it. From this
platform one looks down the narrow
slippery stains that are lost in the DOLL
ing mist, and wonders at the daring
that built these steps down into that
hell, and carried the frail walks OF
planks over the powders outside the
fall. A party in oil-skins making their
way there, looked like lost men and
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bulent waters dashed all about them;
the mist occasionally wrapped them
from sight; they clung to the rails; they
gestures seemed motions of despair.
Could that be Eurydice whom the
rough guide was tenderly dragging
out of the hell of waters, up the stony
path. that singular figure in oil-skin
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inside her hood as she emergedp One
might venture into the Internal re-
gions to rescue such woman; but
why take her there? The group of adj
venturers stopped a moment on the
platform, with the opening into the
misty cavern for background, and
the artist said that the picture was,
beyond all power of pencil, strange
and fantastic There is nothing, after
all, that the human race will not dare
for a new sensation.
The walk around Goat Island is prob
ably unsurpassed in the world for Won
der and beauty. The Americans have
every reason to be satisfied with their
share of the fall: they get nowhere one
single grand view like that from the
Canada side, but infinitely the deepest
impression of majesty and power is OBJ
tained on Goat Island. There the spec
tator is in the midst of the war of
nature. From the point over the
Horseshoe Fall our friends, speaking
not much, but more and more deeply
moved. strolled along in the lovely for
est. in q rural solemnltY, in a local
calm, almost seclusion, except for
the evcr-present shuddering roar in the
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they first comprehended the breadth,
the great sweep of the rapids. The
white crests of the waves in the west
were coming out from under a black,
lowering sky: all the foreground was
in bright sunlight. dancing, sparkling,
leaping, hurrying on, converging to
the angle where the water becomes a
deep emerald at the break and plunge.
The rapids above are series of shelves.
bris.ling with jutting rocks and lodged
trunks of trees, and the wildness of the
scene is intensified by the ragged fringe
of evergreens on the opposite shore.
Over the whole island the mist, ris-
inc from the caldron, drifts in spray
when the wind is favorable; but on this
day the forest was bright and cheerful,
and as the strollers went farther away
from the Great Fall, the beauty of the
scene began to steal away its terror.
The roar was still dominant, but far
off and softened, and did not crush the
ear. The triple islands the Three Sis
tiers in their picturesque wildness APP
peared like playful freaks of nature in
a momentary relaxation of the savage
mood. Here is the finest view of the
river; to one standing on the outer
most island the great flood seems
tumbling out of the sky. They con-
tinued along the bank of the river.
The shallow stream races by headlong,
but close to the edge are numerous ed
dies, and places where one might step
in and not be swept away. At length
they reached the point where the river
divides, and the water stands for an
instant almost still, hesitating whether
to take the Canadian or the American
plunge. Out little way from the
shore the waves leap and tumble, and
the two currents are like race-horses
parted on two ways to the goal. just
at this point the water swirls and lin
gers. having lost all its fierceness and
haste, and spreads itself out placidly, |
dimpling in the sun. It may be |
treacherous pause, this water may be |
as cruel as that which RACES below and |
exults in catching boat or man and |
bounding with the victim over the cat |
aract; but the calm was very grateful |
to the stunned and buffeted visitors; |
upon their Jared nerves it was like the |