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flocks to water. On we went, not halting until 

 nine in the evening. 



All next day we travelled through a parched, 

 monotonous landscape, now and then meeting 

 Navajos with their flocks and herds, and pass- 

 ing by an occasional Navajo *'hogan," or hovel- 

 like house, with its rough corral near by. To- 

 ward evening we struck into Marsh Pass, and 

 camped at the summit. Here we were again 

 among the mountains; and the great gorge 

 was wonderfully picturesque — well worth a 

 visit from any landscape-lover, were there not 

 so many sights still more wonderful in the im- 

 mediate neighborhood. The lower rock masses 

 were orange-hued, and above them rose red 

 battlements of cliff; where the former broke 

 into sheer sides there were old houses of the 

 cliff-dwellers, carved in the living rock. The 

 half -moon hung high overhead; the scene was 

 wild and lovely, when we strolled away from 

 the camp-fire among the scattered cedars and 

 pinyons through the cool, still night. 



Next morning we journeyed on, and in the fore- 

 noon we reached Kayentay, where John Weth- 

 erill, the guide and Indian trader, lives. We had 

 been travelling over a bare table-land, through 

 surroundings utterly desolate; and with star- 

 tling suddenness, as we dropped over the edge. 



