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2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 the Falls,  illuminates it into a stream of silver, as it pours
over the perpendicular cliff from a hight of 980 ft
Hark!  The sweet notes of the Alpin horn and its echo thrown
back and forth, repeating against the opposite cliffs until
worn out.     The horn-ist has seen us first, and gives us a
delicious surprise.   It is his business, and he earned his “pourboir”
for he plays well, several notes of the scale        The horn is made
of narrow wooden stripes bound together and closely wound with
willow.   A box before
the horn serves to direct
the sound,  first to one cliff then to the

3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 Coachee now says the
road beyond, is too
narrow for turning
around, so we alight
and walk to a point               [-Alpine horn-]
opposite to the Falls, past a score of variety stands who’s proprietors
are urgent in their appeals.      We find that the volume seems
to diminish, not appearing as large as when we viewed it from
the side.          The stream starts boldly from the projecting
cliff but, 100 or 200 ft down,  the wind catches it and
disceminates [sic] it into a floating spray cloud.      We walked
up to its foot, through a little field who’s proprietor exacted 20 centimes
each, and watched its changes.  Its landing depends
entirely upon the wind, the black wet rocks of the lower half showing a

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