Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1894-09-05


 iand to earth again, anu to the realization that we were being drenched with rain. and had brought our appetites along as a sort of 8 side issue of the anticipated pleas ures of the trip. A cook, employed by Mir. Bass, assisted by one or two of the ladies of the party, soon had a good supper, steaming hot, on the table in the tent. which was partaken of with rellSh, after which the members of the party were assigned to their varions rooms in the tent, there being four in number, and retired for the night. That brief glimpse at the canyon, in the even ing, made a most remarkable im- pression on the mind of one of the ladies. It haunted her in her dreams, and it was only by a fortunate awakening that she escaped going over . 2,5O0 foot precipice, during the night--in her dream.
 Bright and early, before the sun was up, on Monday morning, the entire party was out to again feast their eyes on what they had only been permitted to briefly look upon the night before.
 Seated there, upon the very edge of the bluff. forming the rim of the canyon, gazing into it's immensity, marveling at the harmonious pro miscuousness of its fantastic shapes and forms. the writer wondered what words he could employ to describe 1t. He conjured up the entire vocabulary at his command without avail. 1t seemed to him that when the Almighty had formed the Alps and other notable high mountain peaks, for the ambitious traveller to scale, and from whose summits he might view the beauties of His handiwork; when He had fashioned the Yosemite with its grandeur and beauty, and stationed its lofty sentinels around it, to inspire the soul of the visitor with awe and admiration of the sublime; when He had shaped the mighty cataracts of the Niagara, with their resistless and never ceasing flow of water, to impress the human soul with its own littleness and insigni6- canoe, and of his might aud power; when He had created the Garden of the Gods, to please the eye and satiate the desire for witnessing the beautiful; after all these, with the numerous other wonders of nature to be found all over the world, were brought into existence, king of all that is marvellous, and majestic, and wonderful, and sublime in nature, was found to be wanting, and the Grand Canyon of the Colorado was born. It is the king of wonders. Its scepter is supreme. In majesty, there is naught to compare with it. In sublimity, 1t is matchless. In grandeur, divine. In beauty, infinite. The finite mind is too weak to comprehend it. The capacities of the human soul are too limited to fully grasp and appreciate it. It cannot be described, for there is nothing in nature like it, or with which to compare it. The man of letters is apalled at its sight, as language fails him to tell of its wonders. The artist stands aghast as he gazes on its cliffs, and pima cles, colored with wealth of color ing, the secret of whose blending is known only to the infinite. He relanaaa into desDair vhan ha looLs down into the depths of its chasms, with its perpendicular walls rising thousands of feet, as his pencil and brush are not trained to reproduce such perspectives. The poet courts in vain the muse for harmonic symPhony of this king of won- deTiands. Even the $, bash ed, discouraged, q eued, as he looks upon IS it