IN THE SIERRA MADRE RANGE. 
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until the Grand Barranca of the Urique 
is reached it fully equals the Grand Canon 
of the Colorado at any point on its course. 
Long before, indeed, on our southward 
march beautiful vistas break to the right 
and the left, and especially to the east. 
About five o’clock one afternoon, just as 
we were emerging from a dense forest of 
high pines, and little thinking of seeing 
stupendous scenery, we suddenly came 
to the very edge of a cliff fully 1000 
feet high, and from which we could look 
down 4000 to 5000 feet on as grand a 
scene of massive crags, sculptured rock, 
and broken barrancas as the eye ever 
rested on. It was already late in the 
afternoon, so I determined to remain 
over a day at this point and devote it 
to camera and canon. This camp on the 
picturesque brink of the Grand Bar- 
