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Text for Page 227 [10-13-1858]

from the main to the lesser islets have been swept away
by the force of the rapids, which leap and roar and rush
as of old.     Above the smaller American fall was an old
boy fishing (!) � wonder whether he caught much.   All the
woods were in their loveliest Autumnal colors, rivalling
those I once saw at this season of the year about the Mam-
moth Cave of Kentucky.  After circumambulating the island
we returned to sup at the cottage, Mrs Griffin accompany
ing us.    Then at her invitation, I fetched my carpet bag
from hotel and established myself for the night under her
roof.     They put me in a snug upper room in the rear, look-
ing out on the precipitous banks and swirling river.   It light-
ened and thundered ere going to bed, and when I ascended
up stairs the rain beat wrathfully against the window panes.
I read through Goldsmith�s Traveller and thought how little
when he penned the lines about Niagara in Heaven knows
what London garret � up �Breakfast Steps� may be � did
he speculate on their being read within sound of its roar
a century hence.     Then I lay listening to its troubled,
thunderous music, and the dash of the whirlpool below,
and then, after some hours, to sleep.
  14.  Thursday.  A morning�s cigar on the site of the
summer house, then, with the ladies (after a good long so-
litary ramble about the neighborhood, and to the newly-
erected Monteagle hotel)  to the Falls village.  Leaving
them, pursued the track of the not-yet completed hydraulic
canal, even to the river.   Roaming about the village.
To the Post office.   Found a letter from Heylyn, urging me
to return via Rochester, stating that he had been ill again               
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