GOOD-BYE TO ARIZONA 1S1 



Clellan and Limestone tanks. Each lay a mile 

 or more to the left of our trail in canons cut- 

 ting the mesa. The government had enlarged 

 the former tank with cement walls, thus con- 

 siderably increasing its capacity. We halted at 

 both to water the horses, and at Limestone 

 tanks — several deep holes in the limestone 

 rocks, just as nature made them — where the 

 water was less stale than at McClellan tanks, 

 we replenished our canteens. The trails 

 branching to both from the main trail, as in the 

 case of Cottonwood tanks, were marked by 

 piles of stones. 



The scenery here is exceedingly picturesque. 

 To the left lies the mesa broken by its numer- 

 ous canons; to the right rise the highly col- 

 ored Echo Cliffs ; to the north, beyond the level 

 stretch of desert, and at right angles to Echo 

 Cliffs, rise the equally rugged and highly col- 

 ored Vermilion Cliffs beyond Marble Canon 

 and the Colorado River, which they parallel. 

 Deep as the gash is, however, through which 

 the Colorado flows, no hint of its presence is 

 given the traveler as he looks away over the 

 great stretch of country to Vermilion Cliffs. 

 Indeed, one might ride almost to the very brink 

 of the canon before discovering it. Distances 

 are vast and deceiving. One may ride toward 



