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were human beings about; we hoped it indicated also our near 
approach to the Crossing of the Fathers. Horses and men had 
recently been there. Noon came and the surroundings were as 
silent, unbroken, untrodden as they had been anywhere above 
the burned spot. Though there was little reason for it, we 
halted for a dinner camp, and Andy brought out a few last 
scraps for us to devour. Hillers threw in a line baited with a 
small bit of bacon and pulled out a fish, then a second and sev¬ 
eral. It was the miracle of the loaves and fishes over again! 
Glen Canyon Wall. 
About 1200 feet high. Homogeneous sandstone on top of thin bedded sandstone. 
Photograph by J. Fennemore, U. S. Colo. Riv. Exp. 
