OF SHOOTING AND FISHING 49 
and in it we started for Whittimore Canyon, some 
twenty miles away in the Book-cliff Mountains. 
We halted for lunch and were hospitably enter- 
tained at the Scott-Elliot ranch about noon and 
by evening we had reached the canyon. 
The country between the railway and the moun- 
tains was flat, sagebrush grown, and uninterest- 
ing, but it improved from a scenic point of view 
when the mountains were reached. Cedars now 
began to appear and on the rolling foothills there 
was quite a growth of them. Some small scattered 
ranches and an occasional corral for stock might 
be found wherever there was a little water, but for 
the most part the country was uninhabited and 
arid. Along the Book-cliff range there is some 
rather fine rock scenery, as the mountains present 
a precipitous face to the desert, broken here and 
there by erosion. In a few places the residences 
of a departed race—the cliff dwellers—may be 
seen perched on wind-swept ledges at a dizzy 
height. | 
Weather, erosion, and human industry com- 
bined, had removed a quantity of soft material 
from between harder strata, and on the ledges thus 
formed the houses were constructed by facing the 
cavity with stone. These dwellings were dry, and 
the views from them were remarkably fine, but 
life in one would not be unmixed with anxiety for 
the woman with a large family of climbing boys. 
In one which we examined, we were disappointed 
at not finding the mummified remains of the 
proprietor, but there had no doubt been other visi- 
