...als. We have it all to ourselves, and live in great quiet, with the awful grandeur of the Falls before us whenever we lift our eyes, and their solemn roar forever in our ears . . . . Last night Frankenstein , a painter from Ohio,—whom we had known before,—took us in a boat, and rowed us about for near an hour. Nobody has done such things before; not because they are dangerous, but because n...