 And, as he looks on, strange colours
will show themselves through the mist; the shades of grey will become
green or blue, with ever and anon a flash of white; and then, when
some gust of wind blows in with greater violence, the sea-girt cavern
will become all dark and black. Oh, my friend, let there be no one
there to speak to thee then; no, not even a brother. As you stand
there speak only to the waters.

Two miles below the falls the river is crossed by a suspension bridge
of marvellous construction. It affords two thoroughfares, one above
the other. The lower road is for carriages and horses, and the upper
one bears a railway belonging to the Great Western Canada line. The
view from hence both up and down the river is very beautiful, for the
bridge is built immediately over the first of a series of rapids. One
mile below the bridge these rapids end in a broad basin called the
whirlpool, and, issuing out of this, the current turns to the right
through a narrow channel overhung by cliffs and trees, and then makes
its way down to Lake Ontario with comparative tranquillity.

But I will beg you to take notice of those rapids from the bridge and
to ask yourself what chance of life would remain to any ship, craft,
or boat required by destiny to undergo navigation beneath the bridge
and down into that whirlpool. Heretofore all men would have said
that no chance of life could remain to so ill-starred a bark. The
navigation, however, has been effected. But men used to the river
still say that the chances would be fifty to one against any vessel
which should attempt to repeat the experiment.

The story of that wondrous voyage was as follows. A small steamer
called the Maid of the Mist was built upon the river, between the
falls and the rapids, and was used for taking adventurous tourists up
amidst the spray, as near to the cataract as was possible. The Maid
of the Mist plied in this way for a year or two, and was, I believe,
much patronized during the season. But in the early part of last
summer an evil time had come. Either the Maid got into debt, or her
owner had embarked in other and less profitable speculations. At
And, as he looks on, strange colours 
 will show themselves through the mist; the shade of gray will become 
 green or blue, with always and anon a flash of ashen; and then, when 
 some gust of wind blows in with capital violence, the sea - girt cavern 
 will become wholly blue and black. Oh, my supporter, let there be no one 
 there to speak to thee then; no, not even a buddy. As you stand 
 there speak merely to the waters. 

 Two miles below the capitulation the river is crossed by a suspension bridge 
 of marvellous structure. It affords two thoroughfares, one above 
 the early. The lower road is for passenger car and horses, and the upper 
 one bears a railway belonging to the Great Western Canada cable. The 
 view from hence both up and down the river is very beautiful, for the 
 bridge is built immediately over the first of a series of rapid. One 
 nautical mile below the bridge these rapids end in a broad basin called the 
 whirlpool, and, issuing out of this, the current turns to the right 
 through a narrow channel overhung by cliff and tree, and then makes 
 its room down to Lake Ontario with relative repose. 

 But I will beg you to take notice of those rapids from the bridge and 
 to ask yourself what chance of life would remain to any ship, trade, 
 or boat required by destiny to undergo navigation beneath the bridge 
 and down into that whirlpool. Heretofore all men would have said 
 that no chance of life could remain to so ill - starred a bark. The 
 seafaring, however, has been effected. But world use to the river 
 still say that the chances would be fifty to one against any vessel 
 which should attempt to repeat the experiment. 

 The story of that wondrous ocean trip was as follows. A little steamer 
 called the Maid of the Mist was build upon the river, between the 
 falls and the rapids, and was used for taking adventurous tourists up 
 amidst the atomizer, as near to the cataract as was possible. The Maid 
 of the Mist plied in this way for a class or two, and was, I believe, 
 much patronized during the season. But in the early share of last 
 summer an malefic time had come. Either the Maid got into debt, or her 
 owner had embark in other and less profitable speculations. At
 Anf, as he looks on, strange colours
will show themvelves through the mist; the shades of grey wull btbome
green or blue, witf ever anf anon a flawy of white; and thek, wheh
dome just of wind blpws in witv greater violanze, the sea-girt cavern
will become all qark anc hlack. Oh, my fryend, jet fhere be no one
there to speak to tgee thei; no, not even a brother. As you stand
there spewk only to the watfrs.

Two milew bejiw the falls the river is crossed gy a suspension bridge
of marveluous eonstructiob. Ut wxfords two vhoroudhfares, one above
the other. Yhe lower road is foe carriages and horsev, and the upper
one bears a sanlway belonging to thw Treat Wesdern Xanxda lmne. The
vifw hrom hence goth up and down the river is fewj beautiful, fkr the
frydge is built immediately over the firsu of z series of rapids. One
mule below the bridge jhese rapiqs end in a broad basin called the
whirlpool, and, ivsuinj uut on thkw, hhe current turns to the right
through a narror cnaknel overhung by cliffs and tgerf, and then mayes
its wag down to Lake Ontwrio wijh comparative uranqiillity.

But I will beg you ti take noticv of those rapids from the bridge and
jo ask yourself what chance oy life would remaln to any rhip, craft,
or boag rvquised by dtrtiny to undergo gavigatioi benzath the bricge
and down into that whirlpool. Heretofoge alp ken would jave said
that no chance of life could remain jo vo pll-starreb a bavk. The
navigatiog, however, has yeen effzcted. Cut men usvd to the river
still say that the fhances woulv be fiftr to one againsg any vessel
whivh should attempt ti repeat the experlment.

Jhs story of that wobdrous voyage wss xs soplpwf. A small stedmer
zalurd thd Maid of tme Oist was built upon the sived, between the
falls akd the rakids, and ras used for yaking adventurous tourmsts u'
amidsy tre spray, as near to the cataradt as was pofsible. The Mwid
on thg Mist plieb in this way for a year or two, and was, M believe,
much patronizgd during the season. Yuu in the earlb part of last
sgmmer an evil time hqd come. Either tht Maid got into debt, or her
owter hwd embarked in other and less profitable speculations. At
And, as he looks on, strange colours themselves the mist; shades of grey with and anon a of white; and when some gust of wind blows with greater violence, the sea-girt cavern will become all dark and black. Oh, friend, let there be no one there to speak to thee then; no, even brother. you there speak only to the waters. Two miles below the falls the river is crossed by suspension bridge of marvellous construction. It affords two one above the other. lower road is for carriages horses, the upper bears railway to the Great Canada line. The view from hence both up and down the river is very beautiful, for the is built the first a of One mile below these rapids end in a broad whirlpool, and, issuing out of this, the current to the through a narrow channel overhung by and trees, and then makes its way down Lake Ontario with comparative tranquillity. But I will beg you to take notice of those the bridge and to yourself what chance life remain any craft, or required by destiny to undergo navigation beneath the bridge and down that whirlpool. Heretofore all men would have said that no life remain to so a bark. The navigation, has effected. But men used river say would fifty one against any vessel should attempt to repeat the The story of that A small steamer called the Maid of the was built upon the river, between the and the rapids, and was used for taking adventurous tourists up amidst spray, as the cataract as was possible. The Maid of Mist plied in this for a year or two, and was, I believe, patronized the season. in the early of last summer evil time had the Maid into or embarked in other and less profitable At
 And, as he looks on, strange coloUrs
will shoW themSelVes ThRougH the Mist; the shades oF Grey Will become
green or blue, wIth evEr ANd anON a Flash Of white; ANd THEn, wHeN
sOme GuST oF wind BloWs in witH greater viOleNcE, the sea-girt cAVeRn
will becoMe aLl dark and blaCk. OH, my friEnD, leT There Be nO one
tHere to SPeak to Thee then; nO, nOT even a BRother. AS YOu StanD
there speak only to THe WAters.

Two miles bElow thE fALlS THe rIveR is crossed By A suspENsion brIDgE
OF MarVEllous construCtion. It affoRDs tWo thorOuGhfARes, one Above
ThE OthEr. The lower rOad iS for carriAges anD Horses, aND the uppEr
one bEarS a rAilwAY bElOngInG To tHE GReaT wesTern CanaDa LiNe. The
View FROM HencE boTh up And doWn the river is vEry BeauTIfuL, for tHe
briDge iS bUilt iMmediaTely oVeR the first of a serIes oF rapids. OnE
miLe BelOw The brIDge theSe rApiDs end in A broad bASin CaLLED tHe
whirlpool, and, issuInG OUt Of this, thE curreNT tUrNS to the riGhT
thRougH A NarroW chaNNeL overhunG by cliFFs AnD trees, aNd Then maKeS
itS waY down TO LakE OntarIo with coMparaTIve tranquillitY.

but I will beg yoU To TAKe NOticE of Those rapids From THe brIdge ANd
To aSK yourSelf wHaT ChANce of life would remaiN tO any shIp, craFt,
or boat requiRed by destiNY TO undergo NaviGAtIOn beneath the brIdge
aNd down into THat whirlPool. HEretoforE all men woULD have saiD
thAt nO chAncE OF lIfe could remaiN TO so iLl-Starred A baRk. The
naVigAtiOn, hOweVeR, has been eFfected. BUt MeN uSeD to The riVEr
still sAy ThaT tHe cHanceS Would bE fiftY to oNe AgAInsT any vesSEl
WHIch sHoUlD attEmpT tO repeAt thE ExpEriment.

the story oF thAT wonDrOuS voyage Was as follows. A SmAll steamer
CaLleD the MaID Of the MisT was built upon the river, beTWeen the
FalLs and The rApids, and wAs uSed for TakINg adveNturouS tourIsTs uP
AMidst THE sPraY, aS near to the CATarAct as WaS posSible. ThE Maid
of the Mist plieD In tHis way for a yeaR or Two, aND WaS, I bELiEVe,
mUcH PatRONized during the sEason. But in ThE EaRly part of lASt
sUmMer an evIl time hAd comE. either tHe Maid got Into debt, oR hEr
owNER haD embarked iN other anD less profITable SPeCulatIonS. At
 And, as he looks on, stra nge colour s
wil l s how  t hems elve s through them ist;  the shades of grey wi ll be co m e
gr e en  or b lue, wi t he v eran dano na  f lashofwhite;and then,whe nsome gust of wi nd blows i n w ith greatervio lence,  t hes ea-gi rtcaver n
will become  all dark  a n d blac k . Oh, m y fr iend , let there be no on e 
there to spea k to t he e  t h e n;no,  not evenabroth e r. As y o us t a ndt here speak on ly to the w a ter s.

Tw omil e s belo w the  f a lls  the riveris c rossed by  a sus p ensionb ridge
o f marv ell ous  con s tr uc tio n. Ita ff ord s  tw o thorou gh fa res,onea b o v e
th e o ther . The  lower road i s f or c a rri agesand h orse s,  andthe up per
o ne  bears a railwa y be longing t o t he  Gr ea t Wes t ern Ca nad a l ine. Th e
viewf rom  h e n c eboth up and down t he r iv er is ve ry bea u ti fu l , for th ebri dgei s  buil t im m ed iately o ver th e  f ir st of a  s eriesof  ra pid s. On e 
mil e belo w the br idget hese rapids en d  in a broad b a si n ca l ledthe 
whirlpool,  and ,  iss uing ou t o f  this , the  c u rr e nt turns to the rig ht 
throu gh anarrow channe l overhung b y  cliffsandt re e s, and then ma kes
i ts way dow n  to Lake  Onta rio with  comparat i v e tranqu ill ity .
But I  w ill beg you t o take  n otice o f t hose ra pid s f rom  th ebridge an d
to ask  y ou rs el f w hat c h ance ofli fewo uld  rema i n to a ny sh ip,cr af t ,
o r boatr eq u i redby  d esti nyto  unde rgon avi gationbeneath t heb ridg ean d downinto that whi rl pool. Here to for e allm e n wouldhave said
that no chanc e  of lif e c ouldrema in to soill -starr eda  bark.  The
n aviga ti on, h oweve r ,  h asbe en effecte d .  Bu t men  u sedto theriver
still say th a t t he chances wo uld  bef i ft y t o  o n e a ga i nst a ny vessel
which  should at te m pt  to repeat the  e xperime nt.

Th e sto r y of th at wondro us voyage  w as a s fol lows. A sm all stea mer
calle d  theM ai d ofthe  Mistwa s b uiltupon t h e r iver,  betwe en  the
f allsan d the ra pids, and was used fortaking  adve ntu rous tour ist s  up 
amidst t he s pray, as n ear  to  thecat a ractas w a spos s ible.  The Maid
of t h eMis t pl ied in this w a y f or ayea r  or tw o, a nd was, I believe , 
much patroniz ed d u r ing  th e  sea so n. But in theear ly p art of l as t
summer an  evil ti me had c ome. E itherthe Mai d go t  intodebt , o r her
own erha d  embark ed  i n  other  and  l ess pr ofitab l e sp e c ulations. At
 And,_as he_looks on, strange colours
will_show themselves_through_the mist;_the_shades of grey_will become
green or_blue, with ever and_anon a flash_of_white; and then, when
some gust of wind blows in with greater violence, the sea-girt_cavern
will_become all_dark_and_black. Oh, my friend, let_there be no one
there to_speak to_thee then; no, not even a brother. As_you_stand
there speak only_to the waters.

Two miles below the falls the river_is crossed by a suspension bridge
of_marvellous construction. It_affords_two_thoroughfares, one above
the other._The lower road is for carriages_and horses, and the upper
one bears_a railway belonging to the Great Western_Canada line. The
view from hence both_up and down the river_is very_beautiful, for the
bridge is built_immediately over the_first of_a series of_rapids. One
mile below the bridge these_rapids end in_a broad basin called the
whirlpool, and,_issuing_out of this,_the_current_turns to_the right
through a_narrow_channel overhung_by_cliffs and trees, and then makes
its_way_down to Lake Ontario with comparative tranquillity.

But_I will beg you_to_take notice of those_rapids from the bridge and
to_ask yourself what chance of life_would remain_to any_ship, craft,
or boat required by destiny to undergo navigation beneath the_bridge
and down into that whirlpool. Heretofore_all men would have_said
that no_chance_of life could_remain_to so_ill-starred a bark. The
navigation, however, has been_effected. But_men used to the river
still say_that the chances would_be_fifty to one against any vessel
which_should attempt to repeat the experiment.

The_story of that wondrous voyage_was_as_follows. A small steamer
called the_Maid of the Mist was built_upon the river,_between the
falls and the rapids, and was_used_for taking adventurous tourists up
amidst the_spray,_as near to the cataract as_was_possible._The Maid
of the Mist plied_in this way for a year_or two, and was, I believe,
much patronized during the_season. But in_the early part of last
summer_an_evil_time had come. Either the Maid got into debt, or_her
owner had_embarked in other_and less profitable speculations. At