[pages 4-5]I ama powerful waterfall.I listen. I pay attention. I have a long memory.You might find it hard to believe,but I have moved through time.[page 6-7]I remember twelve thousand years ago.Water roars over my massive face,wearing away my sandstone body.My limestone ledges jut outand when these crack and crash below,my new stone face emerges upriver from the fallen rock.

[pages 8-9]When the river splits in two,I move back with the smaller branch.Nearby, hunters throw spearsinto the belly of a woolly mammoth.They give thanks to the animal because they're desperate for food.[pages 10-11]Where a creek joins the river, ice hangs off my face like a beard.People sit around a firetelling stories about me.Off my shoulder, a pack of wolves,silhouetted in the moonlight, searches for something to eat.[pages 12-13]As I move up the narrow gorge,I become smaller.A boy and his grandfather catch fish below me.

The grandfather describes how I've changed so that the boy will be ableto tell his grandchildren.[pages 14-15]When an island is in the middle of me,a Dakota man, who calls me Owamniyomni,offers a decorated beaver robeand asks for blessings.On the bank, a Franciscan priestclaims he's discovered me andsays my name is le Saut Saint Antoine de Padouë,the Falls of Saint Anthony of Padua.[pages 16-17]When I recede again,a mother and daughter taste chokecherriesand decide the fruit's not quite ripe.Back in their garden,they check corn and beans and squash.The girl looks up at me,then waters thirsty plants.[pages 18-19]DOBULE PAGE SPREAD/ No words[pages 20-21]People pour in and scramble to harness my power.Belts hum, blades spin, and metal clanksas white pine is cut into lumber.

When booms break, logs escape,crashing over my faceand jamming in front of me.[pages 22-23]As I move farther upriver,workers begin a tunnel from one island to another, but disaster strikes.The tunnel collapsesand a whirlpool sucks debrisand blasts it out the other end."The falls is going out!" a boy yells. I'm terrified that this is the end.[pages 24-25]The break expands and I panic.Finally, men build dams and fill the tunnel.Later, they put up a cement wall and construct a wooden apron on top of me.

I'm cramped and I cannot see,but it's the only way to save me.After my long journey,I'm locked in place.[pages 26-27]It's painful to be confinedwhile so much changes nearby.Trains of wheat roll in. Up goesthe largest flour mill ever built.Passengers cross the Stone Arch Bridgeand call out when they see me.Minneapolis uses my power and boastsof making the best & most flour in the world.[pages 28-29]But as electricity replaces my waterpower,mills in the area shut down.

Workers create a huge lockto move boats and barges around me.An observation deck opensand a girl admires my new concrete cover. But barge traffic is less than plannedand business near me declines.[pages 30-31]Abandoned buildings crumble.The last train crosses the bridgeand men put up a fence to keep trespassers off.A fire breaks out in an old milland blazes in the night.Far fewer visitors find me.[pages 32-33]Today, the Stone Arch Bridge is opento walkers, runners, and bikers.

Nearby, Dakota drummers pound out beats and sing the old songs.Former mills have been convertedinto places to live and workand, once again, people come to me.[pages 34-35]After my mighty journey,fifteen miles over twelve thousand years,I stay in this spot.I am no longer as massive as I was.I don't receive as many offerings,but I am still powerful.I am still here.[pages 36-37]More About the Mighty Journey[pages 38-39]Author and Illustrator Note[page 40: bibliography].