I like waterfalls—they are so eazy and natural.
They attack all the sex.
Some they attack with grate fury, while others they approach more like a siege, working up slowly.
I saw one yesterday.
It want no bigger than a small French turnup.
It had attaked a small woman ov only 9 summers duration.
She waz full ov recreation, and when she bounded along the sidewalk the waterfall highsted up and down in an ossillating manner, resembling mutch the sportive terminus ov a bob-tailed lamb, in a grate hurry.
The effeck was purely eclectick.
I also saw another one pretty soon, which belonged tew a mature matron.
She might hav saw 75 summers; her hair waz white az flour (Perkins "A," worth 15 dollars a barrell, delivered); but the waterfall was black.