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Twain, Mark

"Niagara"

Presently the descent became steeper, and the bridge flimsier, and sprays from the Ameri can Fall began to rain down on us in fast increasing sheets that soon became blinding, and after that our progress was mostly in the nature of groping. Now a furious wind began to rush out from behind the waterfall, which seemed determined to sweep us from the bridge, and scatter us on the rocks and among the torrents below. I remarked that I wanted to go home; but it was too late. We were almost under the monstrous wall of water thundering down from above, and speech was in vain in the midst of such a pitiless crash of sound.


? ? ? ? In another moment the guide disappeared be hind the deluge, and, bewildered by the thunder, driven helplessly by the wind, and smitten by the arrowy tempest of rain, I followed. All was dark ness. Such a mad storming, roaring, and bellowing of warring wind and water never crazed my ears be fore. I bent my head, and seemed to receive the Atlantic on my back. The world seemed going to de struction. I could not see anything, the flood poured down so savagely. I raised my head, with open mouth, and the most of the American cataract went down my throat.


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