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Text for Page 119 [12-29-1852]

              expectations.   Unmentionable beside Niagara, they are of course.
But they have beauty.   An irregular, broken up, ledgy mass
of rock front they leap over,  breaking up their streams.  At
this time they were all yellow, and discolored, and sending
showers of icy spray, far and wide, coating the bare trees
with dirty ice, and   decorating the summer benches placed
for the ease of gazers  with long yellowish spear like 
iceicles.  /       I can�t guess the height of the fall, having
no idea whatever of distance.       I�m stupid at it.  If I hear
how many rods or feet aught may be I�m bothered at once &
can�t guess anything from it.    Same about number over 1000
or so. /           On, by the cliff edge & then road, for a
mile to the lower Fall,    tying my sombrero round my
head bonnet fashion, to avoid losing it, as well as prevent
my ears freezing; as in truth it was bitter cold, and
the raging wind-flow almost upset me every five minutes.
A mile passed over, (this I know by enquiry,)  I reach
the spot.   A little colony of houses on the other side, some
built over the stream  to avail themselves of the water power,
great rocky ledges in the bed of the river, breaks and
holds adown which the water roared and ran.   Father in yet,
past a most picturesque ruined house, through the
eyeless holes of which could the fall be seen, and down               
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