TIME AND CHANGE 
War,” one sees on the top, where once there must 
have been a huge wall of rock, a long level area of 
red soil that suggests a garden, the more so because 
it is regularly divided up into sections by straight 
lines of huge stone placed as if by the hands of 
man. 
One’s sense of the depths of the cafion is so great 
that it almost makes one dizzy to see the little birds 
fly out over it, or plunge down into it. One seems 
to fear that they too will get dizzy and fall to the 
bottom. We watched a line of tourists on mules 
creeping along the trail across the inner plateau, 
and the unaided eye had trouble to hold them; they 
‘looked like little red ants. The eye has more dif- 
ficulty in estimating sizes and distances beneath 
it than when they are above or on a level with it, 
because it is so much less familiar with depth than 
with height or lateral dimensions. 
Another remarkable and unexpected feature of 
the cafion is its look of ordered strength. Nearly 
all the lines are lines of greatest strength. 
The prevailing profile line everywhere 
is that shown herewith. The upright 
lines represent lines of cyclopean ma- 
sonry, and the slant is the talus that 
connects them, covered with a short, 
sage-colored growth of some kind, and as soft to 
the eye as the turf of our fields. 
The simple, strong structural lines assert them- 
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