The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-09-15

that the whole afternoon was at our
disposal. Our eyes turned involun-
tarily to the beautiful hills, away off
on every side. We determined, if pos
sible, to reach the top and look over
not from curiosity, my male readers,
but from an investigating nature,
which desires to see and understand
all that comes in our way.
TO NAY AUG FALLs.A
A few judicious questions gave us to
understand that lovely place called
Nay Aug Falls was situated away up
there somewhere, and was well worth
visiting. We also gained the salts
factory information that the electric
cars went directly there, so that what
at first seemed a prodigious undertake
ing proved to be very easy one. The
cars, propelled by mighty, though in
visible power, went up the most re-
markable grades with surprising
rapidity. The track ahead of us
seemed to rise and fall in its serpentine
windings and gave US the sensation of
being in vessel, rising with pillows.
In about half an hour we reached
the summit of this range of hills, and
the ears stopped, as it was the ter
minus of the line. AT first we felt
very much disappointed and not lit
tie surprised that any one should have
directed us there for beauty. Though
it was undoubtedly high up, still it
was but large, fiat space Of ground
cleared of trees and underbrush, with
nothing to recommend it to us, except
that from it we could see over the en-
tire city. True to our instinct Of in
yestigation, however, we pushed on
ahead and suddenly came to the brink
of the widest, most romantic spot ii
had ever been our fortune to see. 1t is
the Yosemite in miniature. We found
some stairs, built by man, tits true, but
otherwise nature had done 1t all, and
to me it seemed that she had done her
best. On the opposite side of the
gorge, and at different heights were
three railroads seeming to cling to the
hillside as they felt their way along TO
the deep tunnels that pierce the noun
tain to let them through. The train
on the upper track as you ga2ed at it
from the bottom Of the gorge-looked
as if it rolled on the clouds and that
its passengers were journeying toward
the mansions in the skies, but as our
feet were weighed down by the desire
to remain earth for time yet, we did
not care to investigate the point where
it disappeared into the mountain.
sCRANToN'S FAMOUS CATARACT.
AT the bottom of the gorge we found
the falls of unique name. At this sea-
son of the year the stream was so mar
row that we easily stopped across it,
but the plunge it took Immediately be-
yond us sent it into deep, dark basin,
and on looking into it, it made us catch
our breath and experience a curious
weakening of the knees.
Climbing the hills on the other side
we came upon some ruins, whose mas
sive walls of stone and curious archi.
tectural design excited our liveliest
curiosity, which was satisfied on ouI
return to the city by the information
that they were the ruins of an exploded
and abandoned powder magazine.
When train time arrived my COM
panion took the train for Chicago and
l returned north, feeling very much
pleased with our visit to Scranton.
Henceforth that city will be something
to me more than a black spot on the
earth. S. A. r.