Rose half past five; paid six cents for shoes; walked to the Fall, still
more magnificent than ever; green where there is most water; the whole
Horseshoe filled with vapour rising a vast height, and at the bottom the
water is rolled away one complete mass of foam, white as snow, too
dazzling to behold; the spray rises in beautiful clouds and falls in
gentle drops nearly a mile off. Paid for Niagara one dollar. Left at
eleven, called to see the Whirlpool formed by the river going into a
bay; then Brock's monument 170 steps; giving a fine view of the lake.
Allowed 2-1/2 dollars for book and map. The stage gave way on going out,
found the leather spring had broken, but we managed to go on slowly to
Niagara. Bathed in Lake Ontario, then dined for 50 cents. Found one of
our passengers to be Major Penn, who had been a good while in the East
Indies and other parts of the world; also a young Irishman, a Canadian
and an American. Sailed 1/4 before six; arrived at York at half past
nine, went on shore to buy "The Tourist," and a map, but found the shops
closed; returned and went to bed. The berths double and if fully
occupied would be very disagreeable. Felt tired in the knee-joints,
supposed from descending the staircase at the Falls and going up Brock's
monument. Got a comfortable cup of tea, bread good, etc. Paid 6 dollars
for passage including board. More satisfaction here than waiting for the
_Great Britain_ to-morrow; our passengers only about 8 or 10 and the
cabin spacious and neat.