The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1891-10-22
\ Little elrl's Trip 10 Niagara Fails.

Mary Barrere, Mills Barrere, Burch
aud myself had been promised trip to
Niagara and across Lake Ontario. It
had been put off several times and we
had about concluded We would not get
to 60, when one day at noon we were
told we would start next morning,
August 25th. tell YOU we were glad !
Burch tried to staod on his head, Mills
gave what he supposed was an Indian
war whoop, mamma and Mrs. Barrere
commenced cooking lunch and Mary
Barrere and myself commenced packing
satchels. The next morning, for once,
it was no trouble to get us up, and we
were off for Niagara.
We got along very gay till we got to
Chicago Junction, then we had to wait
awhile and the ticket agent forgot to call
our train as he said he would and we
were left. The ticket agent then
telegraphed to have the time on our
tickets extended. 1t was then six o'clock
in the evening and no train till next
morning at three. With some trouble
we found bed apiece and waited till
morning, when we started again, but not
quite 80 gay as at first. Nothing much
happened that day, except conductors
tearing off part Of our tickets, until we
reached Kent, o., and here something
considerable happened. We were draw
ing out of the station when there was q
bump, and Mills said, there goes car
over The door of our coach was open
and we saw the coach in front of us was
off the track and the men and women
with very pale faces were getting off as
fast as possible. One woman threw her
baby out of the window, one man jump
ed out the window, one woman tainted
and one woman tried to scream but was
so scared she couldn't. All our party
were soon out. We found two baggage
cars were upset and broken, and one
passenger car was off the track. Another
engine and baggage car soon arrived,
the passengers helped get the baggage
out of the wreck and we were on our
way after delay of two hours. This
accident made people in the carssociable,
and during the afternoon some one ask
ed mamma what station we were at.
Mamma said, "Meadville, l think" A
young gentleman across the aisle said
"No, nam, that's the next station" and
an old gentleman said, ooh, no! this is
Meadville, mann" The young gentleman
said again: 'No, sir, you are mistaken;
this is Shenango," and then the old gen.
tleman said: "Well now that's funny |
I've lived in this place sixty.two years
and always thought it was Meadville I"
We passed by Lake Chautauqua a
little before sundown, and it was lovely,
and wished that Hillsboro could be
moved to Lake Chautauqua or that Lake
Chautauqua could be moved to Hillsboro.
was not particular which. At eleven
o'clock that night we reached Niagara
Falls and heard it roar, but ] was 30
tired and sleepy was quite willing to
60 to bed and wait till morning for my
| first view. Niagara does not roar 80 loud
as expected it to. I expected it to
make my ears tremble but it does not.
At night at our rooms it sounded like rain
on the roof and not at all like thunder.
After breakfast we went to the Falls and
thought from pictures and descriptions
/ knew just how it looked, but did not.
At the brink of the Falls the water is a
beautiful green but few feet below it
is white like frost or snow until it is
dashed into mist and foam on the rocks
below. No one can tell another just
how it looks; you have to go and see
for yourself. We looked at the Falls and
rapids from the American side, from
Bath Island, from Graf Island, from
Luna Island, from Terrapin Rock, from
the Cave of the Winds, from the Three
Sister Islands, from the Suspension
Bridge, from the Maid of the Mist and
from the Canadian side. From every
place it is glorious and from no. two
places does it look the same-it looks
like hundred different falls. If there
is any objection to Niagara it is that
you can't see it all at once and the more
you see it the more you want to.
There is little steamer that takes you
from the incline railway on the Ameri
can side as close under the Falls as you
want to 60. The steamer is called the
Maid of the Mist, and you may try yeal
and you can never name it better OF
prettier name. A ride on this vesse
must be unlike any other in the world
you wear rubber suits and caps one
minute you are in whirlwind of spray
and rain, the next minute you are il
the the sunshine, surrounded by rain
bows. The rainbows are sometimes
perfectly round, not like bow but lik,
hoop. There is no bag of gold at tn,