Rose at half past six, though having rested very ill. In the middle of
the night in consequence of the earache and not sleeping, went to the
top of the house, and had a sublime view; we appeared to be in the midst
of pine trees; the road looked quite narrow; the valley studded with
fields and forests; clouds scattered here and there, and the lake
glittering in the distance closing up with mountains; on the other side
mountains with pines covered to the summit. During the day I had a
delightful walk with a very intelligent Frenchman from Washington, to
the falls, which are stupendous but short of water; the rock seems to
project more than Niagara; the reason is because the upper stratum is
hard and the lower soft and crumbling; then walked to the upper part of
the mountain above the hotel, and then had decidedly the most
magnificent view I ever saw in my life; besides these wonderful
prospects there is a constant delightful breeze, so that if I had time
and friends I could pass a week very well.
I consented to defer going till four, as only another person was going
and he was willing to wait. It began to rain and felt cold like our
English summers, and it was very well we got the views this morning, as
soon after twelve the rain came on, which determined me to take the
stage. Paid 3 dollars to Delhi, 65 miles, 1/2 a dollar for tea and bed.
Eleven in the stage and all covered up, but my side. Had some pleasant
chat with the people, more particularly an Englishman who had been
several years in France. Met again my French friend. Went to bed at 8;
heavy rain.