TIME AND CHANGE 



formed a plane of erosion ages and ages before the 

 limestone had been laid down upon it. 



We had left plenty of ice and snow at the top, but 

 in the bottom we found the early spring flowers 

 blooming, and a settler at what is called the In 

 dian Gardens was planting his garden. Here I heard 

 the song of the canon wren, a new and very pleasing 

 bird-song to me. I think our dreams were somewhat 

 disturbed that night by the impressions of the day, 

 but our day-dreams since that time have at least 

 been sweeter and more comforting, and I am sure 

 that the remainder of our lives will be the richer for 

 our having seen the Grand Canon. 



