resort, seeing the sunset there daily, and passing two evenings of superb moonlight there.
Five days ago we came over here, and established ourselves in a neat, cheerful little cottage, with a large garden before it; the only thing there is between us and the excellent hotel where we get our meals.
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 no eye for picturesque effect had ever detected its power.
The moon was nearly full, and I cannot describe the awful solemnity, magnificence, and in one instance preternatural gorgeous glories, of the scene.
We went quite near the American Falls, and when we emerged from the shade of the grim shores, and