Not far below this we came to Lower Disaster Falls, which a short portage enabled us to circumnavigate and go on our way.

The current was so swift all the time that objects on shore flitted past as they do when one looks from a window of a railway train.

Just opposite our camp on this night the cliff was almost perpendicular from the water's edge to the height of about twenty-five hundred feet.

The walls seemed very close together, only a narrow strip of sky being visible.
As we sat after supper peering aloft at this ribbon of the heavens, the stars in the clear sky came slowly out like some wonderful transformation scene, and just on the edge of the opposite wall, resembling an exquisite and brilliant jewel, appeared the constellation of the Harp.

Immediately the name "Cliff of the Harp" suggested itself and from that moment it was so called.