THE GRAND CANON 



mind and heart as to a home prepared for it 

 from the very beginning. Wildness so godful, 

 cosmic, primeval, bestows a new sense of 

 earth's beauty and size. Not even from high 

 mountains does the world seem so wide, so 

 like a star in glory of Ught on its way through 

 the heavens. 



I have observed scenery-hunters of all sorts 

 getting first views of yosemites, glaciers, White 

 Mountain ranges, etc. Mixed with the en- 

 thusiasm which such scenery naturally excites, 

 there is often weak gushing, and many splut- 

 ter aloud like little waterfalls. Here, for a few 

 moments at least, there is silence, and all are 

 in dead earnest, as if awed and hushed by an 

 earthquake — perhaps until the cook cries 

 ''Breakfast!" or the stable-boy ''Horses are 

 ready!" Then the poor unfortunates, slaves 

 of regular habits, turn quickly away, gasping 

 and muttering as if wondering where they 

 had been and what had enchanted them. 



Roads have been made from Bright Angel 

 Hotel through the Coconino Forest to the 

 ends of outstanding promontories, command- 

 ing extensive views up and down the canon. 

 The nearest of them, three or four miles east 

 and west, are McNeil's Point and Rowe's 

 Point; the latter, besides commanding the 

 eternally interesting canon, gives wide-sweep- 

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