On the left hand, far up the river, the great Fall shows, with its mists at its foot and its rainbow on its brow, as silent and still as if it were vastly painted there; and below the bridge on the right, leap the Rapids in the narrow gorge, like seas on a rocky shore.

"Look on both sides, now," he said to the children.

"Isabel you must see this!" Isabel had been preparing for the passage of this bridge ever since she left Boston.

"Never!" she exclaimed.

She instantly closed her eyes, and hid her face in her handkerchief.