The Last of the Plainsmen 



crashing. Hardly had I time to bewail my ill-luck 

 in being left, when I dashed out of a thick growth of 

 trees to come upon my companions, all dismounted 

 on the rim of the Grand Canon. 



&quot; He s gone down ! He s gone down ! &quot; raged 

 Jones, stamping the ground. &quot;What luck! What 

 miserable luck! But don t quit; spread along the 

 rim, boys, and look for him. Cougars can t fly. 

 There s a break in the rim somewhere.&quot; 



The rock wall, on which we dizzily stood, dropped 

 straight down for a thousand feet, to meet a long, 

 pifion-covered slope, which graded a mile to cut off 

 into what must have been the second wall. We were 

 far west of Clarke s trail now, and faced a point 

 above where Kanab Canon, a red gorge a mile deep, 

 met the great canon. As I ran along the rim, look 

 ing for a fissure or break, my gaze seemed impellingly 

 drawn by the immensity of this thing I could not 

 name, and for which I had as yet no intelligible 

 emotion. 



Two &quot; Waa-hoos &quot; in the rear turned me back in 

 double-quick time, and hastening by the horses, I 

 found the three men grouped at the head of a narrow 

 break. 



&quot; He went down here. Wallace saw him round 

 the base of that tottering crag.&quot; 



The break was wedge-shaped, with the sharp end 



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