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with noble pines hem it in. A clear stream, fed by springs 

 miles away, runs through Main Street and the people dip 

 their pails into this and carry the water into their homes 

 only a few feet away. They also use this stream to irrigate 

 their orchards and gardens. Peaceful Pine, Pleasant Valley, 

 balm for tired humans! How we worked the slides on those 

 lava mountains! And we worked our "secret' too 'midst 

 soaking rain and pelting hail, often finding shells after all 

 hope was gone. Here we decided that the rainy season is 

 not the best time to find snails. Scores of "marks" on the 

 rocks but no "markers" led Mr. Ferriss to announce that 

 "Madam, snail had gone gadding". We found one right 

 out in the open on her way home. 



Through Coconino County (200 miles by 150 miles, larger 

 than several eastern states), over natural roads good when it 

 doesn't rain, we ride to Flagstaff. As we left the desert and 

 approached the forest preserve, how the trees ran to meet us ! 

 First the youths, then their parents by scores and hundreds 

 hemmed us in and gave us a royal welcome. The pine forest 

 through which we ride is second only to the President's pre- 

 serve on Kaibab Plateau beyond the north rim of Grand 

 Canyon. (Read Emerson Hough in Saturday Evening Post.} 



On past the suow T -capped San Francisco peaks, Sunset 

 Crater, and the edge of the Painted Desert to Grand View, 

 we speed our way. Now we camp in the desert and now in 

 the pine forest. But there are no snails to be found here. 

 And then the sunset and sunrise views of Grand Canyon, the 

 pictures, mid storm and sun the despair of artists and poets 

 what can a poor snailer say or do? Just drink it in and 

 afterward try to remember. That's all. Down Bright Angel 

 Trail, not as Dr. Cooke on a mule, but on our own feet, we 

 took two days for the trip. Where he saw his fifteen or twenty 

 we found several hundred, all dead. There is an an immense 

 dike of limestone here in the midst of the sandstone and 

 snails must have recently flourished. But there were very 

 few live ones. We spent the night in an old mine tunnel 

 'midst age-old granite walls. Theodore Roosevelt says truly: 

 "The sullen rock walls towered hundreds of feet aloft, with 



