THE GRAND CANON AND WHAT IT DID 

 TO NIMROD 



IMROD and I were mak- 

 ing one of those conti- 

 nent-jumping trips over 

 which the foreigner 

 still is aghast. We ex- 

 pected to join Sally and 

 Bobbie Tevis in Idaho at the end of 

 the week. The night before we had 

 left Los Angeles with the thermom- 

 eter over the hundred-in-the-shade 

 mark, and as I made a restricted 

 night toilet in a lower berth and 

 closed tired eyes, there passed be- 

 fore memory's eye the sparkling 

 light, the twinkling sand, the hot 



