But the question is well worth the attention of any geologist who may go that way.

The waterfall, and the road up to it, are best described by one who, after fourteen years of hard scientific work in the island, now lies lonely in San Fernando churchyard, far from his beloved Fatherland--he, or at least all of him that could die.

I wonder whether that of him which can never die, knows what his Fatherland is doing now?
But to the waterfall of Maraccas, or rather to poor Dr.Krueger's description of it:-- 'The northern chain of mountains, covered nearly everywhere with dense forests, is intersected at various angles by numbers of valleys presenting the most lovely character.

Generally each valley is watered by a silvery stream, tumbling here and there over rocks and natural dams, ministering in a continuous rain to the strange- looking river-canes, dumb-canes, and balisiers that voluptuously bend their heads to the drizzly shower which plays incessantly on their glistening leaves, off which the globules roll in a thousand pearls, as from the glossy plumage of a stately swan.
'One of these falls deserves particular notice--the Cascade of Maraccas--in the valley of that name.

The high road leads up the valley a few miles, over hills, and along the windings of the river, exhibiting the varying scenery of our mountain district in the fairest style.