the brownies' band, while passing through

the country with some scheme in view,

paused in their race, and well they might,

when broad niagara came in sight.

said one: "give ear to what i say,

i've been a traveler in my day;

i've waded through canadian mud

to montmorenci's tumbling flood.

but ah! niagara is the fall

that truly overtops them all—

the children prattle of its tide,

and age repeats its name with pride

the school-boy draws it on his slate,

the preacher owns its moral weight;

the tourist views it dumb with awe,

the indian paints it for his squaw,

and tells how many a warrior true

went o'er it in his bark canoe,

and never after friend or foe

got sight of man or boat below."

another said: "the brownie band

upon the trembling brink may stand,

where kings and queens have sighed to be,

but dare not risk themselves at sea."

some played along the shelving ledge

that beetled o'er the river's edge;

some gazed in meditation deep

upon the water's fearful leap;

some went below, to crawl about

behind the fall, that shooting out

left space where they might safely stand

and view the scene so wild and grand.

some climbed the trees of cedar kind,

that o'er the rushing stream inclined,

to find a seat, to swing and frisk

and bend the boughs at fearful risk;

until the rogues could dip and lave

their toes at times beneath the wave.

still more and more would venture out

in spite of every warning shout.

at last the weight that dangled there

was greater than the tree could bear.

and then the snapping roots let go

their hold upon the rocks below,

and leaping out away it rode

upon the stream with all its load!

then shouts that rose above the roar

went up from tree-top, and from shore,

when it was thought that half the band

was now forever leaving land.

it chanced, for reasons of their own,

some men around that tree had thrown

a lengthy rope that still was strong

and stretching fifty feet along.

before it disappeared from sight,

the brownies seized it in their might,

and then a strain for half an hour

went on between the mystic power

of brownie hands united all,

and water rushing o'er the fall.

but true to friends the

brownies strained,

and inch by inch the tree was gained.

across the awful bend it passed

with those in danger clinging fast,

and soon it reached the rocky shore

with all the brownies safe once more.

and then, as morning showed her face,

the brownies hastened from the place.