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any sense a dangerous trail for one using ordi- 

 nary caution, and I found it from end to end of 

 the canon well beaten and in good condition. 

 Once I met a cowboy drifting some cattle down 

 the canon and had to find foothold for the horses 

 at the edge of the trail and wait for them to 

 pass me single file. 



My bivouac that night, at the edge of the 

 pines on a level spot above the Blue Trail, I 

 recall as one of the most delightful of my jour- 

 ney. The atmosphere was sweet with the odor 

 of pines; below me the singing river sparkled in 

 the starlight; around me rose high canon walls, 

 dark with clinging timber and fringed at the 

 top with pine trees standing out in silhouette 

 where sky and canon rim met. A cozy, cheer- 

 ful fire gave material comfort, for the night 

 was cold. 



The Grand Canon of the Snake is peculiarly 

 attractive, and its wild and primitive grandeur 

 makes it one of the most inspiring and lovely 

 bits of country in this whole region. The river 

 holds an abundance of trout, and I can recall 

 no more ideal spot, comparatively easy of ac- 

 cess, than this for a camper's and angler's holi- 

 day. 



Above my night's bivouac I passed an aban- 

 doned placer miner's cabin, not far beyond 



