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Wanderings in South America by Charles Waterton
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after this he staggered, laid himself down, and never rose more. He barked
once, though not as if in pain. His voice was low and weak; and in a second
attempt it quite failed him. He now put his head betwixt his fore-legs, and
raising it slowly again he fell over on his side. His eye immediately
became fixed, and though his extremities every now and then shot
convulsively, he never showed the least desire to raise up his head. His
heart fluttered much from the time he laid down, and at intervals beat very
strong; then stopped for a moment or two, and then beat again; and
continued faintly beating several minutes after every other part of his
body seemed dead.

In a quarter of an hour after he had received the poison he was quite
motionless.

A few miles before you reach the great fall, and which indeed is the only
one which can be called a fall, large balls of froth come floating past
you. The river appears beautifully marked with streaks of foam, and on your
nearer approach the stream is whitened all over.

At first you behold the fall rushing down a bed of rocks with a tremendous
noise, divided into two foamy streams which, at their junction again, form
a small island covered with wood. Above this island, for a short space,
there appears but one stream, all white with froth, and fretting and
boiling amongst the huge rocks which obstruct its course.

Higher up it is seen dividing itself into a short channel or two, and trees
grow on the rocks which cause its separation. The torrent, in many places,
has eaten deep into the rocks, and split them into large fragments by
driving others against them. The trees on the rocks are in bloom and
vigour, though their roots are half bared and many of them bruised and
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