Identifier: americanjournalo181830newh (find matches)
Title: The American journal of science and arts
Year: 1820 (1820s)
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Publisher: New-Haven : S. Converse
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great resort; and not improbably this may have takenplace, sincef my visit to the spot, so rapidly does every thing ad-vance in this country. There are three distinct falls, included in a distance of three miles.They differ as much as possible from each other; having their ownpeculiar beauties, and each a different and laborious approach ; theyare respectively sixty, ninety, and one hundred and ten feet high.To see them all, is now, no light undertaking, but will soon, I think,be rendered a very easy one. The cascades themselves, would, any where else, be objects ofgreat admiration, and are fully deserving of a particular, and sepa-rate description. But they are almost forgotten, in the feelings of * As we were gazing, in some trepidation, from the brink of the less elevated, butnearer precipice on the left, a hardy young man of the party, exclaimed with an al^most inarticulate voice, I wonder these trees are not afraid to grow here. t Now two and a half years. Vol. XVIIL—No. 2. 27
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210 View from the Upper Falls of the Genessee River. Wonder, and even of fear, with which the sublime perpendicularwalls of the river, inspire you. They may truly be called walls,—for they do not, like the beautiful rocks at Trenton, recede as theyapproach the top ; but are for a great distance, perfectly upright, orimpending, and almost as regular, for a great part of three miles, asa work of art, and rising, as the inhabitants around tell you, from twoto five hundred feet; and so they appear, but probably four hun-dred is not beyond the truth. To this depth, the river seems tohave worn its circuitous passage, in the solid rock,—in turns almostas short, and bends nearly as graceful, as if winding through thesoftest meadows. I have never witnessed in nature, a scene ofmore savage grandeur and loneliness, than the view from these fear-ful walls, when looking into the gulf from one of their highest points,to the very edge of which, by trusting to the boughs of the thickshrubbery, yo

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