I never stirred in all that time from the Canadian side，whither Ihad gone at first．I never crossed the river again；for I knew there werepeople on the other shore，and it such a place it is natural to shun strange company．To wander to and fr0 all day．and see the cataracts from all points of view；to stand upon the edge of the Great Horse Shoe Fall，marking the hurried water gathering strength as it approached the verge，yet seeming，too，to pause before it shot into the gulf below；to gaze from the fiver’S level up at the torrent as it came streaming down；to climb the neighbouring heights and watch it through the trees，and see the wreathing waters in the rapids hurrying on to take its fearful plunge；to linger in the shadow of the solemn rocks three miles below；watching the fiver as，stirred by no visible cause，it heaved and eddied and awoke the echoes，being troubled yet，far down beneath the surface，by its giant leap；to have Niagara before me，lighted by the sun and by the moon，red in the day’S decline，and gray as evening slowly fell upon it；to look upon it every day，and wake up in the night and hear its ceaseless voice：this was enough．
I think in every quiet season now，still do those waters roll and leap，and roar and tumble，all day long；still are the rainbows spanning them，a hundred feet below．Still，when the sun iS on them．do they shine and glow like molten gold．Still，when the day is gloomy，do they fall like snow，or seem to crumble away like the front of a great chalk cliff,of roll down the rock like dense white smoke．But always does the mighty stream appear to die as it comes down，and always from its unfathomable grave arises that tremendous ghost of spray and mist which is never laid；which has haunted this place with the same dread solemnity since darkness brooded on the deep，and that first fold before the Deluge—light-came rushing on creation at the world of God．interior n．內部，內政
adj．內側的；內政的；內陸的；內心的locomotive n．火車頭，機動車