The next morning we were again early a foot; the last night's storm had refreshed the air, and renewed our strength.
We now took a different route, and instead of descending, as before, walked through the dark forest along the cliff, sufficiently near its edge to catch fearful glimpses of the scene below.

After some time the patch began to descend, and at length brought us to the Shantee, commemorated in Miss Sedgwick's Clarence.

This is by far the finest point of the falls.

There is a little balcony in front of the Shantee, literally hanging over the tremendous whirlpool; though frail, it makes one fancy oneself in safety, and reminded me of the feeling with which I have stood on one side a high gate, watching a roaring bull on the other.

The walls of this Shantee are literally covered with autographs, and I was inclined to join the laugh against the egotistical trifling, when one of the party discovered "Trollope, England," amidst the innumerable scrawls.