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THE BEE-KEEPERS' REVIEW. 



us, and if his talli and mine about bee 

 journalism became too monotonous to 

 Bro. France, lie could go over and talk 

 with Dr. Miller about things that the 

 latter "didn't know." Thus mattei'S 

 Avent on until the day was done, and 

 the porter tucked us away in our 

 bunks for the night. 

 . In the morning, the first thing 

 would be to hunt up maps and time- 

 tables and see "where we were at." 



It was suggested that, sometime in 

 the future, the National Association 

 hold its annual convention in two or 

 three of the principal cities, during 

 the same year. For instance, hold one 

 day's session in Chicago, then charter 

 a car, or two if necessary, and let all 

 who chose, go on to St. Louis, where 

 another day's session would be held; 

 from St. Louis a special car, or cars, 

 would be secured for Denver, where 

 there would be a third session of one 

 day. A man could go from Chicago 

 to St. Louis, or from St. Louis to Den- 

 ver, or he could take in the whole trip. 

 The dates when the sessions would be 

 held would be published in advance, 

 and bee-keepers living near any place 

 of meeting could attend the convention 

 at that point if they could not go on 

 to other points. In short, it would 

 be a sort of traveling convention 

 swinging around the circle, so to 

 speak, and the idea is worth consider- 



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THE GRAND CANYON OF ARIZONA. 



Like Niagara Falls, the Grand 

 Canyon of Arizona is indescrib- 

 able with either pen or picture; in 

 fact, the falls can be put into a pic- 

 ture while the canyon is too long for 

 that— it can be shown only by piece- 

 meal. Suppose you were walking 

 along a comparatively level country, 

 and should all at once come to a crack 

 in the earth's surface, one mile in 

 depth, 1.3 miles wide, and 27.^ miles in 



length. The sides of this great rent 

 are festo<jned, and grottoed, and pil- 

 lared, and printed in many delicate 

 shades of color. 



Oiu- car reached the canyon about 

 six o'clock Saturday evening. The set- 

 ting sun lighted up some of the walls, 

 bringing out the I'eds and the yellows, 

 while many of the depths were purple 

 with the gloom of twilight. A look 

 down, down, into the abyss actually 

 made me dizzy, made my brain reel, 

 made me feel like grasping something 

 to keep from falling. Way down in 

 the bottom, no, about half way to the 

 bottom, could be seen several white 

 objects that appeared about as large 

 as bee hives, but we were informed 

 that they were tents about 16x20 in 

 size. 



We are queer creatures. We want 

 what we have not. If the natural path 

 to the canyon landed us at its bottom, 

 we would be very anxious to reach 

 the top, that we might look down, con- 

 sequently, as the natural path lands 

 us at the top, and it is difficult to 

 reach the bottom, there is where we 

 wish to go that we may look up. Be- 

 cause of this human desire, years of 

 lal)or and much expense have cut a 

 trail that the adventurous may follow 

 down a distance of seven or eight 

 miles, and stand by the side of the 

 rushing Colorado river that finds its 

 way to the ocean through this great 

 gorge. 



This trip may be on foot, or a horse 

 may be ridden, although there are 

 places Avhere the trail is so steep and 

 narrow as to make it necessary to 

 dismount and lead the horse. There 

 are many places w.here a single mis- 

 step would send the tourist tumbling 

 down thousands of feet. Some of our 

 party made it on foot, and one rode a 

 horse. They started at 8:30 in the 

 morning, spent two hours at the bot- 

 tom and returned about 4:00 P. M. A 



