A climb of about 1400 feet from the Valley has to be made, and there is no trail, but to any one fond of climbing this will make the ascent all the more delightful.

A narrow part of the ledge extends to the side of the fall and back of it, enabling us to approach it as closely as we wish.

When the afternoon sunshine is streaming through the throng of comets, ever wasting, ever renewed, fineness, firmness and variety of their forms are beautifully revealed.

At the top of the fall they seem to burst forth in irregular spurts from some grand, throbbing mountain heart.

Now and then one mighty throb sends forth a mass of solid water into the free air far beyond the others which rushes alone to the bottom of the fall with long streaming tail, like combed silk, while the others, descending in clusters, gradually mingle and lose their identity.