moving on all admiringly over that sea of liquid emerald, noting the
giant boulders and wave worn sandstone rocks twenty or thirty feet
below with unspeakable delight, lo! we see rising up through the
universal, curling ghost-like mist a giant semicircle of rocks,
so monstrous, so vast, that no words can paint our sensations.
Looming up like Titan piled barriers, barring out a world, high, higher
yet till mighty trees dimly seen, crammed their summits. The
mist enshrouding them so intensified the grandeur of the scene that
the rudest soul amongst us grew enthusiast in speech and devotional
in feeling. Swan cried out �Boys! shall we scale Heaven? My
heart swelled and I felt as never yet have I looking on Nature�s
work, save when in the �Maid of the Mist� I stared up at Niagara.
This was Niagara�s rock with the water removed. T�was as grand,
many there present swore out frankly �twas a more glorious sight
than Niagara. I think this can never be seen more grandly, than
we viewed it. Easy it was to fancy giant towers
�Built by the hands of Giants
For godlike kings of old.�
vast indistinct, framing, mystic, supernatural. We ran in under
the monstrous curve, all leapt out, and to pick up stones as before.
Brief time there, then out again, and coasting Westwards, leaving
the never to be forgotten �Amphitheatre� behind, growing ghostly
in fog. Pistol fired off. The Grand Portal. A tremendous wave-worn
cavern worn through an enormous projecting rock. The portal
100 feet in height, cliff behind 200. We row in, and as we
do so, the sun rays dart forth into the fog-smoke while,
like veritable Phoebus arrows. Oh the color of the lake water
[written along the left margin] This Amphitheatre 300 feet high or more.