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Text for Page 129 [01-05-1853]

              the precipitous ladder.    This, and the tower-staircase having
been successfully passed, we stand under the canopy of the
arching cliffs above; from which hang monstrous icicles from
six to sixteen feet in length, which ever and anon break off
into brittle fragments on the rocks below.    Determining to
proceed towards the Horseshoe Fall, we edge along the top of
the shelving, rock-strewn, icy cliff, with extreme caution and 
some success, until we are checked by a frozen rivulet, which the
attempt at crossing would assuredly result in a broken limb.
So we resolve to descend, and do so, with infinite labor and
no small peril.  We hang on to stones, to roots of trees, to
masses of ice, and digging our heels in the ground or snow,
journey onwards.   Sometimes there�s a slip, and a slide, and
a horrid fear of rolling over and over jagged rocks to the bottom;
and clinging with hands and knees till the panic is over. Half
an hour, or more, of this work brings us to where, at the waters
edge, we have a full side view of the Cataract.  And then
we spy, within it, just below (where the Tower stands, (which
appears dwarfed to extreme littleness,) a great pyramid of con-
gealed water, � petrified into ice even in the very shape it
assumed while bubbling over into the abyss.      Great chaotic
fragments of rock lie frozen in the vortex below.  The density
and bulk of the water pouring over is wonderful to see.               
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