The editor of the Home Journal who was among those invited to Niagara Falls on the late excursion of the Legislature of New York, among other incidents notices is the following:
We had the luck to see a horse go over the Falls on Sunday afternoon. We say luck, because though we are sorry the horse ended his useful life in so summary manner, yet since he was so destined we considered it a piece of luck to see him do it. How he got onto the river, or where no one knew. We caught sight of him when he was in the midst of the rapids, above the American side of the Horseshoe Falls; and those rapids tossed him up, and whirled him on, as they would a chip-as they would an elephant. Whether he was alive or dead before he reached the fall, we know not, but if he had been endowed with a life of a thousand horse power, he would have been tossed and whirled, and rolled and hurried just the same. Over he plunged into the roaring abyss. In less than a minute he re-appeared in the comparatively still water near the spiral staircase, with a gash across his body that half severed it, and there in the curious eddies of that part of the river, he continued to float, and turn about, and over for a long time. Probably he is there at this moment, for the water in which he floats is hemmed in on one side by a precipice of rock, and on the other by a precipice of water, rushing away from the terrors of the cataract. It is impossible to convey to any one not familiar with the falls, an idea of the interest with which this scene was overlooked by the people on the shore.
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