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 cafion 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 J am sure 
that the remainder of our lives will be the richer for 
our having seen the Grand Cafion. 
