None of these is comparable to this tumultuous pouring over of the waters of Lake Erie into Lake Ontario by the Niagaran channel. It is the St Lawrence that passes, cleaving itself on the head of Goat Island to form on one side the American Fall, on the other the Canadian Fall, in the shape of a horse-shoe. And those furious leapings at the feet of both cataracts, those verdant excavation in the centre of the second, after which the pacified river sweeps its tranquil waters for three miles to the suspension bridge, where it breaks again into those terrible rapids! Formerly, Terrapin Tower rose on the outermost rocks of Goat Island surrounded by whirlpools, the pulverized spray of which formed over its head—rainbows by the sun in day-time, rainbows by the moon at night. But it has had to be
