I realized the identity of that mood of nature in which these waters were poured down with such absorbing force, with that in which the Indian was shaped on the same soil.

For continually upon my mind came, unsought and unwelcome, images, such as never haunted it before, of naked savages stealing behind me with uplifted tomahawks; again and again this illusion recurred, and even after I had thought it over, and tried to shake it off, I could not help starting and looking behind me.
As picture, the falls can only be seen from the British side.

There they are seen in their veils, and at sufficient distance to appreciate the magical effects of these, and the light and shade.

From the boat, as you cross, the effects and contrasts are more melodramatic.

On the road back from the whirlpool, we saw them as a reduced picture with delight.