Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-11-09

who have never seen the real Niagara
or the painted and built-up Niagara,
or read any description of Niagara, it will
be enough for the purposes of this sketch of
a thrilling event in a mans life if they will
picture to themselves a vast body of water
falling in two great separate cataracts, and
two or three smaller shoots, down, down be-
tween steep and sometimes almost sheer
clayey and rocky banks-a huge river in
fact, suddenly finding itself on the edge of a
tremendous precipice, and having no choice
but to plunge with its whole body and bulk
of water over the precipice and down. This
it does with a thHnder which mans artil-
lery cannot rival and a foam that the wind
blows far and wide into clouds.
Hugh Revelston walked back to his hotel
and across the great Suspension bridge,
which, for all its bulk, seems to sway and
shiver over the rapids. He had his dinner,
and he wrote, ofcourse, to the girl in Quebec;
and then the moon began to shine, and the
night looked tempting, and he thought it
would be delightful to see the falls under
such new conditions. He crossed again to
the Canadian side, and he sauntered along
smoking a cigar, past the great hotel, the
Clifton House, and on until he came in
front of one of the little museums where
they sell photographs and Indian curiosi-
ties and all manner of memorials
and relics of the place. he went into
one of these and got into some talk
with very fine old fellow who kept it, and
hope is keeping it still. The owner of the
little museum was quite an independent
man in his way, and he held on to the
museum rather to have something to do
than for the sake of making money; and, in
deed, if you were at all an agreeable
customer, or rather than agreeable person.
age whether YOU became a customer or not,
the chances were many to one that you were
presently invited to smoke very excellent
cigar-nor perhaps was there even wanting
q taste of some irreproachable bourbon.
Hugh questioned him about his expert
ences and recolections of the place. "Oh,
yes. surely; it was wonderfully changed; it
was changing every day." The whole shape
of the ialls on the Canadian side had
changed, and not within so very long time.
On the other side, too-why, the famous
Terrapin Tower, which stood out on its rock,
and used to be an object of curiosity to all
visitors not many years ago-there are lots
of old photographs of the falls still lying
about here and there with the Terrapin
Tower in them-and where was the Terra
pin Tower now? Swept away by a sudden
rush of the river one wild night. Why, the
door OF that museum used to be far removed
from the edge of the fall at one time, and
see how near-comparatively near-it was
nowl Some fine day, perhaps, they should
have further warning, and then the mu-
scum would have to be removed further
back, SO as to be out of danger. But that
wouldn't be in his time, he faneied.
Learned people and scientists, and men of
that Sort actually said the time would come
when the rush of the river would wear away
all the high ground and there would be no
falls any more, only the great Niagara river
flowing along its leveled bed to the lake and
the sea. But that, the veteran added with
q chuckle, would certainly not come in his
time-no, nor even in the time of the young
man with whom he was talking. They
talked q good while, and at length it be-
came necessary that the museum should be
closed and the old man get to bed; they we're
early to 60 70 bed and to getu there. Hugh