264 CAVE AND CLIFF DWELLERS. 
America and, as far as I can learn, of the 
whole world. Even the Garden of the 
Gods in Colorado is flat in comparison 
with some of the many miles of glorious 
rock formations in these grand old moun¬ 
tains. The trail from Camp Diaz to our 
fifth camp in the Arroyo de los Angelitos 
along the western side of the Grand 
Barranca of the Urique, was as pictur¬ 
esque as the most poetical imagination 
could conceive. The trail wound up and 
down the steep arroyos and along the 
edge of the high cliffs, giving views of 
unsurpassed beauty and grandeur. That 
night we slept for the last time under the 
somber pines and listened to the whip- 
poor-wills, for the next night we had 
descended seven thousand feet, and were 
among the oranges and palms, the 
paroquets and humming birds. 
