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Seventy miles away to the northward extended the 

 Grand Canon of the Colorado. Looking down into it 

 from the mountain-top, its farther wall, fifteen miles be- 

 yond its southern edge, showed plainly its immensity and 

 austere grandeur. For nearly two hundred miles it 

 extended in open view; while beyond it, away over in 

 Utah, the Kainab Plateau, an immense mesa, limited the 

 horizon. 



Turning my binoculars to the eastward, the bright- 

 colored earth of the Painted Desert lay before me, plainly 

 marked by the course of the canon of the Little Colorado 

 River to its junction with the Grand Canon and Marble 

 Cafion. Nearer at hand was the brightly colored vol- 

 canic cone, Sunset Peak, with its cuplike crater, into 

 which I looked from my high vantage-point. While close 

 below me, embraced in the horns of the crescent-shaped 

 mountain, extended a small steep-walled valley, in which 

 lay the deep snows — source of many a distant stream and 

 spring. 



The nearer view to the southward was cut off by 

 the ridge of the mountain which extended for about a 

 mile, curving round to the eastward. Overlooking the 

 ridge, away to the south, were many small lakes, which 

 I saw for the first time, and which are not visible to the 

 traveler on the railway. 



Seventy miles to the southwest was the Verde Valley, 

 on the further slope of which is the great mining town 

 of Jerome, and I saw plainly the dense smoke from the 

 roasting copper ores marking the location of Senator 

 Clark's great smelter. I fancied I could distinguish the 

 large hotel near the smelter, from the porch of which I 

 had often gazed northward across the Verde Valley 



