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Mr [Henry] Hart or Fagan arriving, to tailors got a tear in my breeks mended, then parting with my Yankee friend set off alone on further exploration. Walked on down the bank on the American side below the falls. Along the woody cliff, below you the green and eddying water, and rushing foam. No painters palette can mock the deep, inexpressibly beautiful green hue of the river.) Below ever and anon glimpses of the great water fall. After a mile or two’s walk I came to where the suspension bridge crosses, high above, and winding down a steep road came to the rivers brink, just in time to see the little steamboat “Maid of the Mist” plashing away towards the Falls. So Sitting down on a tree trunk, I tarried her return, looking around everywhere. The high rocks, all verdure clad behind, the eddying whirlpools below, the Canadian shore opposite. The river water is very sweet and clear to drink. Presently the little boat came back, and I went aboard, there to wait another half hour before the “Capting” started. Some