132 EXPLORATION OF THE CANONS OF THE COLORADO. 
gently rising to the other edge. There are two peaks on the mountain. 
We walked two miles to the foot of the one looking to be the highest, then 
a'iong, hard climb to its summit. And here, oh, what a view is before us! 
A "vision of glory! Peaks of lava all around below us. The Vermilion 
Cliffs to the north, with their splendor of colors; the Pine Valley Mountain 
to -the northwest, clothed in mellow, perspective haze; unnamed mountains 
to the southwest, towering over canons, bottomless to my peering gaze, like 
chasms to the nadir hell; and away beyond, the San Francisco Mountains, 
lifting their black heads into the heavens. We find our way down the 
mountain, reaching the trail made by the pack-train just at dusk, and fol 
low it through the dark until we see the camp-fire a welcome sight. 
, Two days more, and we are at Pipe Spring; one day, and we are at 
Kanab. Eight miles above the town is a canon, on either side of which is 
a group of lakes. Four of these are in caves, where the sun never shines. 
By the side of one of these I sit, the crystal waters at my feet, at which I 
may drink at will. 
