Highways and byways of the Pacific coast . his manager and was lodged in jail. • On a plateau, close by the falls, stands a rusty oldhotel. There I lodged, and from its piazza at eventideI looked out on the mists rosy with the sunset lighthovering over the mighty torrent and pulsating fiercelyin the wind, swaying and weaving, now filling thecanyon, and again all but disappearing. The volumeof water in the river would be very much greater inJune, the time of flood, and the spray would then flyover the hotel like rain. On its exposed sides the housewas coated with a grayish deposit left behind b
Highways and byways of the Pacific coast . his manager and was lodged in jail. • On a plateau, close by the falls, stands a rusty oldhotel. There I lodged, and from its piazza at eventideI looked out on the mists rosy with the sunset lighthovering over the mighty torrent and pulsating fiercelyin the wind, swaying and weaving, now filling thecanyon, and again all but disappearing. The volumeof water in the river would be very much greater inJune, the time of flood, and the spray would then flyover the hotel like rain. On its exposed sides the housewas coated with a grayish deposit left behind by themists. This gathered on the windows in a thickfilm that can only be removed by the use of an hotel people did not trouble to clear the uppersashes, for that portion of the windows was supposed tobe hidden by the curtains, so I could see the resultsof the spray very easily. The ground quivered with the pounding of thewater, and the hotel was in a tremble and the furnitureshaking all night. In the morning the broad arch of a. The Niagara of the West 313 rainbow was painted on the mists. I was out earlyand crawled down a narrow gulch among the cranniedrocks to the foot of the falls. This was a tooth andnail task, but the view of the roaring cataract frombelow was well worth the labor. The river here wasin violent commotion, and the waves dashed on therocky shore like the breakers of an angry sea. Thescene no doubt is far wilder in time of flood, yet thefalls must lose in beauty by reason of the vast volumesof obscuring mist. The cataract is at its worst in thelate summer and early autumn, for then the stream isso low that a large portion of the precipice over whichit flows is perfectly bare. When I left the canyon I found a family of travellerscamped in a hollow among the rocks a little before myroad reached the level of the prairie. They had acovered wagon and a tent. The mother was insidecooking over the little stove that thrust its pipe out ofthe canvas roof. Th
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