Many years ago, when just a kid in high school, I was taken to see the great Niagara Falls. Of all the sights that intrigued and awed, one that stayed with me since then was the sight of a lonely barge, called a scow, sitting precariously just a few hundred yards upstream from the precipice of the Niagara Falls on the Canadian side. I wondered how it got there, and I was told bits and pieces of what others had heard, of what was, of course, hearsay and inaccurate. Hard to believe that fifty years had passed since I asked that question, and no one I ever spoke to had the answers. I decided it was time to find out, and after much difficult research, I found the astounding answers. Here is that remarkable story.
