Few who reach Fredericton and the Middle St. John River 
     
     will care to turn back without seeing the Grand Falls. It is one of 
     
     . the three greatest cataracts of the upper continent. It has almost 
     
     a perpendicular drop, and the volume of water falling and thunder- 
     
     ing on ” Split Rock ” below is a sight to be long remembered. A great 
     
     column of spray surmounts the lower rocks, and throws to the bright 
     
     sunlight a play of rainbow-color with beautiful effect against the 
     
     sombre foam-washed rocks. It is a splendid sight to see great logs 
     
     passing over the brink. Even in the channel above great timbers 
     
     of forty feet in length are tossed out of the water bodily, and when 
     
     they are hurled headlong over the fall and into the depths below— 
     
     often piled there momentarily, in almost inextricable confusion— 
     
     the spectacle has a fascination in it that compels intent observation. 
     
     There is a winding gorge below, and there are places such as “ Pulpit 
     
     Rock," the hollowed-out ” Great Well ” and the ” Coffee Mill ” whirl- 
     
     pool that are of great interest. Logs are sometimes caught in the 
     
     whirlpool, where the fierce spinning round to which they are subjected 
     
     rapidly wears away the ends to sharp points, just as they would be if 
     
     turned in a lathe. 
     
    

    
     Of the approach to and general aspect of the cataract, the 
     
     view from above is a fine one, for here the river after making a wide 
     
     and grand sweep makes an abrupt turn and takes a forty-foot plunge 
     
     in a solid mass. In continuous succession below is one fall after 
     
     another until a total descent of 80 feet is reached. The water rushes 
     
     through a high and winding chasm after it falls by rocky walls that 
     
     are perpendicular. From the first fall to the last the water is lashed 
     
     into angry sheets of foam; and no matter from where viewed, the 
     
     scene is impressive and striking, and holds the onlooker spellbound. 
     
    

    
     The full significance of the Indian 
     
     legend connected with this locality will be 
     
     realized as the gaze goes over the Whole 
     
     mass of turbulent and seething water. 
     
     The legend, in brief, is this :— 
     
    

    
     Long ago a great war party of 500 
     
     Mohawks came by Temiscouata Lake and 
     
     the Madawaska River to destmy the 
     
     Maliceet village of Medoctec on the St. 
     
     John. Before they reached the mouth of 
     
     the Madawaska they surprised a Maliceet 
     
     hunter with his family. The man and his 
     
     family were instantly killed, but the woman 
     
    
   
   
    
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