To the Indians the thundering of the water was the voice of the Great
Spirit; the spray-cloud his habitation. A portion of the crops and
spoils of the chase were annually offered as tokens, and the fairest
maiden of a tribe was sacrificed by being sent over the falls in a
canoe laden with fruits and flowers.
No less than the Red Man, is his successor, the White Man, impressed
with the majesty of the Creator’s power as displayed in the grandeurs
of Niagara. “Between falling flood and rising cloud, you imagine a
mystical meaning in the passage of body to soul, of matter to spirit,
of human to divine.”]
[Illustration: ROCK OF AGES, AT CAVE OF THE WINDS.
Surrounded with an atmosphere of sentiment is this view at Niagara. It
forms an artistic and pleasing picture. Evidently at some remote time
in the past the rock has fallen from the cliff above. The famous cave
of the winds lies back of the Center Fall. It is 100 feet high, 100
feet wide and 60 feet deep.]