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fourths their length, the strange effect on 
the wild scenery, stretching for miles, can 
be more easily conceived than described. 
To have put it faithfully on canvas would 
have made the reputation of any artist, 
and the equal of which I have never seen. 
Vereschagin’s “ My Camp in the Hima¬ 
layas ” seemed almost tame by comparison. 
The great wide sombreros, glittering 
with silver—for even the common peons 
of Mexico have more costly hats than the 
“Four Hundred” of New York—the 
bright red foliage of the manzanillas and 
the madrono trees, rendered doubly lurid 
by the reflection of the torches, the sharp 
rocks of the canon in battlemented and 
castellated confusion, stretching off to the 
mighty barranca five thousand to six 
thousand feet deep, really, made up a 
picture that not one painter in a thousand 
