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Title: Frank's ranche, or, My holiday in the Rockies : being a contribution to the inquiry into what we are to do with our boys
Year: 1886 (1880s)
Authors: Marston, E. (Edward), 1825-1914
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Publisher: London : Sampson Low, Marston, Searle, & Rivington
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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S, is a man who, if he is a Republican, will votefor a good Democrat rather than for a badRepublican, and probably the converse holdsgood. Of course I repelled the idea thathonesty was so rare amongst Americanpoliticians as to have led them to inventa new word to represent such an unusualphenomenon as an honest voter; there is, Iam sure, a better reason to be found, and Icommend the word to the notice of Englishpoliticians; the principle it represents maybe valuable if largely applied during our owncoming elections. We took a rapid survey, by a drive roundthe park and the lake, and then went aboard the cars for Niagara. The Falls of Niagara.We had a long cold ride through the night,and our hotel being on the Canadian side, wecaught our first sight of the Falls under un-usual circumstances; in fact, through the win-dows of a large omnibus occupied by ourselvesalone, and driven slowly over the SuspensionBridge at two oclock in the morning. Theharvest moon, just at its full, but a little
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78 MY HOLIDA V obscured by passing clouds and mists, wasshining on the Falls, and, as the horsestramped slowly over the bridge, suspendedseveral hundred feet above the dread waters,we came upon the scene quite unexpectedly :the sight was a stirring one, I assure you. Onthe bridge we could see the whole of the Fallsat once, looking down upon them from ourgreat height. The Falls looked at in this way, from amoving carriage suspended in the air, weresomewhat dwarfed in height; of course wecould get but a glimpse in passing in thenight. We expected to have been stunnedby the roar of the Falls, but our first surprisewas at the awful silence; we could hearnothing but the tramp of the horses and theroll of the wheels as our carriage movedslowly along—all else was silent as the grave.Notwithstanding the moonlight, it was notclear enough to distinguish motion in theFalls above us or in the water far down be-neath us. The great semicircular Horseshoe,as we passed along in front of it, looked

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