El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-11-25

the cows ran away, and "there aim
any milk" II you ask the day of ths
month, they do not know and they
cannot find the calendar.
When you wish to descend to the
foot of the Falls, for q trip on the
"Maid of the MIST" you take a peril
GUS looking little car and slide down
the inclined railway. If you are just q
email boy, you Glide down the ban
lister of the stairway. That this is
customary, the banister itself gives
proof. There is groove, growing
deeper each day, where the toe of
many a shoe has scraped, and a polish
too, from trousers cloth, which reach
es higher state of perfection every
year.
The procession of tourists. as it as
cends to the deck of the s'Maid of the
Mist, % is both fune-eal and funny. Their
monsstic gowns and hoods are of black
rubber. cut to fit only the heavy
weight passengers. On every trip
there are always the same self-con-
scious smiles when the. big coats are
buttoned on, the same lingering
chances in the mirror before their
wearers 60 on deck, to be dashed in
the eyes by the spray, for the eyes are
all that remain uncovered. At first,
% your near the foot of the Falls, you
rage inwardly because you cannot see
them flor the dazzling cloud of foam
and spray. Your eyes will not stay
open until they grow accustomed to
the immensely. then it is that y u fee,
what q mote you are, q fleck, an atom.
The little steamboat itself seems bat
an insect, tossed and buffeted like
gnat in forest stream. Speaking of
differences in size, the prettiest sight
at the falls this season was big
brown butterfly drinking from tiny
pool in rock at their very foot, then
rising against the snowy background of
foam and vanishing in the blue. And
it was greater than that W II of wa
tiers. 1t could go up, they must always
go down.
1t seems daily as if the Three Sister
Islands and their slender rustic
bridges must be cut away by the mad
rush of the rapids tossing about them.
1t is only question of time when the
Three Sisters will no longer spread out
their comfortable laps for bicycle low
vers and bridal pairs who wander
there to watch the'wondrous rapids.
These little sister islands are the
most restful part of the whole scene,
and the breeze which comes blowing
down upon them from the river is like
q bracing tankard of wine.
The territory about the falls never
seems crowded, if one excerpts Falls
street and the cars coming ane going.
Prospect Park and Goat Island on our
side, and Victoria Park on the other,
are big and generous enough to re-
ceive oil the visitors who come, even
at the very height of the season. In
Prospect Park one can buy very pref
ty little beaded mOccasins from the |
Indian women who sit all summer I'M
der the trees, stolidly stitching the |
shiny beads upon their wares. In the |
shops there is little one wants, except |
some rather expensive bits of wedge |
wood, and furs which are reasonable, |
and which hang up for sale in July as |
we'll as in November.
Over and above all is the roar of the |
Cataract, and yet it is never as loud as |
the stranger thinks it will be, though |
it is the first thing he hears, above the |
noise of tie street when the car stops. |
Instead of deafening noise there is a
muff1ed, rushing sound, which, though |
possessed of q marvellous carrying
power, Ia as soft as the sea on q. sum-
mer night, and much like the sea, but
uniformly steady, without the intervals