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something about their grim savagery that suggested both the 

 terrible and the grotesque. No one could paint or describe it 

 save one of the great masters of imaginative art or literature 

 a Turner or Browning or Poe. " 



This night, ere we went to sleep, Dr. Miller told us of the 

 Arnold Arboretum of Bailey's Cyclopedia of Horticulture 

 and of many interesting phases of his life. He said he was 

 going to put us to sleep. But his stories had the opposite 

 effect, The morning bath in the pools edging the roaring 

 Colorado, the little fire on its clean sand, to boil our coffee, 

 the walk back, the odor of fragrant shrubs in the rain ; these 

 are delightful memories of the Grand Canyon. We made 

 good use of Harvey's restaurant, of Kolb Brothers' studio, 

 and Uncle Sam's post-office, mailing cacti, agaves, etc. to 

 Washington and to our homes. And we spent part of two 

 days and nearly all night with the grand old scout, W. W. 

 Bass. If you visit this region do not fail to meet Bass. And 

 the treatment he has received from "the white man" makes 

 that of the Indian read like a romance of benevolence. 'Tis 

 Sunday, July 17th, and more than one-third of our life de- 

 parted when Dr. Miller left for his home in Los Angeles. 



Mere chance took us to Walnut Canyon, the fourth of the 

 great, outstanding features of our trip. Here we spent a 

 week under very pleasant auspices. The meeting of Mr. Fer- 

 riss and his old friends of the Catalina Mountains, Mr. and 

 Mrs. Erickson, who are now the custodians of this National 

 Monument, was worth traveling miles to see. The dinners 

 served by this estimable couple to two auto-campers were 

 worth traveling miles to taste. The scenery and cliff dwel- 

 lings of Walnut Canyon are worth a stop over at Flagstaff 

 to visit. They are only ten miles from town over an excellent 

 road. There are miles and miles of cliff dwellings, two and, 

 in some places, three tiers high in this rugged, twisted gash 

 in the earth. There must have been a half-million inhabi- 

 tants here, judging by the broken pottery scattered so thickly 

 about. We found a few hundred large shells and hundreds 

 of thousands of little fellows. Your humble correspondent 

 had the wonderful privilege of going clear to the bottom of 



