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Every turn in the canon brings fresh surprises — a group of ruins appearing suddenly in the cliff or 

 a cluster of trees rising from the stream bed. Salmon-red, the prevailing color of the cliffs, contrasts with 

 silver gray deepening to black where the falling water makes long streaks on the surface 



While the Caiion de Chelly is not so imposing and awe-inspiring as the Grand Canon, in some respects 

 it is even more interesting. At the point under the great overhanging cliff where our camp was situated, 

 the canon is a quarter of a mile wide, although at the next bend of the river it narrows to a couple of 

 hundred vards 



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