Betwixt the Lake _Ontario_ and _Erie_, there is a vast and
prodigious Cadence of Water which falls down after a surprizing
and astonishing manner, insomuch that the Universe does not
afford its Parallel. 'T is true, _Italy_ and _Suedeland_ boast
of some such Things; but we may well say they are but sorry
Patterns, when compared to this of which we now speak. At the
foot of this horrible Precipice we meet with the River
_Niagara_, which is not above half a quarter of a League broad,
but is wonderfully deep in some places. It is so rapid above
this Descent, that it violently hurries down the Wild Beasts
while endeavouring to pass it, to feed on the other side; they
not being able to withstand the force of its Current, which
inevitably casts them down head-long above Six hundred foot.[19]
This wonderful Downfall is compounded of two great Cross-streams
of Water, and two Falls, with an Isle slopeing along the middle
of it. The Waters which fall from this vast height do foam and
boil after the most hideous manner imaginable, making an
outrageous Noise, more terrible than that of Thunder; for when
the Wind blows from off the South, their dismal roaring may be
heard above fifteen Leagues off.
The River _Niagara_ having thrown itself down this incredible
Precipice continues its impetuous course for two Leagues
together, to the great Rock above-mentioned, with an
inexpressible Rapidity: But having pass'd that, its Impetuosity
relents, gliding along more gently for two Leagues, till it
arrives at the Lake _Ontario_ or _Frontenac_.
Any Barque or greater Vessel may pass from the Fort to the foot
of this huge Rock above-mention'd. This Rock lies to the
Westward, and is cut off from the Land by the River _Niagara_,
about two Leagues farther down than the great Fall; for which
two Leagues the People are oblig'd to carry their Goods
overland; but the way is very good, and the Trees are but few,
and they chiefly Firrs and Oaks.
From the great Fall unto this Rock, which is to the West of the
River, the two Brinks of it are so prodigious high, that it
would make one tremble to look steadily upon the Water, rolling
along with a Rapidity not to be imagin'd. Were it not for this
vast Cataract, which interrupts Navigation, they might sail with
barques or greater Vessels, above four hundred and fifty Leagues
further, cross the Lake of _Hurons_, and up to the farther end
of the Lake _Illinois_; which two Lakes, we may well say, are
little Seas of fresh Water.
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