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Title: Tourist travel via Grand Trunk Railway System : and connections, including Niagara Falls and Gorge, the Highlands of Ontario, comprising Georgian Bay, Muskoka Lakes ; St. Lawrence River, Montreal, Quebec, the Saguenay River, the Rangeley Lakes, White Mountains, and the Atlantic Sea-Coast
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Grand Trunk Railway Company of Canada
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Publisher: (Montreal) : The System
Contributing Library: Brock University
Digitizing Sponsor: Brock University

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vander to and fro til. all day, and see thecataracts from allpoints of view; tostand upon the edgeof the great Horse-shoe Fall, markingthe hurried watergathering strength asit approached theverge, yet seeming,too, to pause beforeit shot into the gulfbelow ; to gaze fromthe rivers level up atthe torrent as it camestreaming down; toclimb the neighbor-ing heights and watchwater in the rapids hurr)-n the shadow of the solemn it through the trees, and : ing on to take its fearful \ rocks three miles below; watching the river as, stirred by no visible cause, it heaved and eddied and awoke the echoes, being troubled yet, far down beneath the surface, by its giant leap; to have Niagara before ^•^
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THE SISTER ISLANDS AM> T me, lighted b) the sun and by the moon, red in the days decline, andgray as evening slowly fell upon it; to look upon it every day, and wakeup in the night and hear its ceaseless voice ; this was enough. I thinkin every quiet season now, still do these waters roll and leap and roarand tumble, all day long; still are the rainbows spanning them, ahundred feet below. Still, when the sun is on them, do they shine andglow- like molten gold. Still, when the day is gloomy, do they fall likesnow, or seem to crumble away like the front of a great chalk cliff orroll down the rock like dense white smoke. But always does themighty stream appear to die as It comes down, and always from itsunfathomable grave arises that tremendous ghost of spray and mistwhich is never laid; which has haunted this place with the samedread solemnity since darkness brooded on the deep, and that first floodbefore the deluge — light — came rushing on creation at the word ofGod. Since this

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