346 CAVE AND CLIFF DWELLERS. 
ing up a few hundred feet and then 
descending to the water’s edge to cross 
at some favorable ford. For the canon 
through its entire length is very narrow, 
and in some places there is only room 
for the rushing river with the trail hug¬ 
ging the banks or finding a foothold for 
the mules on the steep, broken mountain 
side. I hardly know which looks the 
more impressive, to stand upon the crest 
of a high canon or to wind through its 
depths and look up at its beetling sides, 
which seem to cleave the clouds. What¬ 
ever be the point of view, from top or 
bottom, with the usual discontent of hu¬ 
man beings in all things, the observer will 
always wish he were at the other place, 
from which, as he imagines, something 
better could be seen. 
At the Potrero I found a good, sub- 
