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with the ceanothus, but here the colour scheme 
is warmer and yellow is the dominant note. 
It is very different from that California garden 
by the Pacific with its chaparral and its live- 
oaks—wilder, more savage and untamed, and 
yet strangely beautiful and infinitely alluring; 
for it is the desert that speaks to one here— 
the mysterious desert from which the isolated 
flower-covered mountains rise like islands 
from the sea. 
In northern Arizona is a gash in the earth, 
some miles in width, many miles in length, 
and some thousands of feet in depth. This 
abyss, flooded with colour—with lilac and 
purple and rose and Indian red,—was cut 
through various rock formations, from the 
limestone at the top to the black granite at 
the bottom, during some thousands of years 
by the ColoradoRiver, acting in the usual way 
and by a perfectly natural process. Its 
dimensions exceed those of all other cafions 
and yet are not of great consequence, for few 
are able to see it—large as it is—only an artist 
or poet or geologist now and again. 
Its beauty is immense; it passeth words and 
is not to be described but allowed to impress 
