The San Francisco call., 1897-03-14

KVTpN. PAGE MINOR of Williams,
ANItzY, Ariz., who is we'll known in
GNs1NY San Francisco, recently re-
turned from a visit to the agency of the
Yava Supia Indians, in the Grand Canyon
OF the Colorado. He was accompanied on
his Journey by S. ]. Sullivan, one of the
most intrepid guides to the great gorge.
Mr.. Minor talks most interestingly of
his Journey Telling of it to CALL rep
resentative he said:
Il left the bEsIing little town of Will
Eams, Ariz., in a blackboard, drawn by
two range horses, on the afternoon of
February 6. As we crossed the mesa
lands we encountered snow, at times
three and four feet deep, and the cold
north wind made the moisture from our
breath form into iclcles on our whiskers.
We stopped now and then to inspect gold,
copper and iron ledges. and pulled up at
some friendly sheepherder's shack and
spent the night upon our blankets
before a big blazing fire, to arise in
the morning to pursue our course. Here
and there were great patches of lowlands,
where the snow had melted, and wnere
were to be seen the gramma, the altilerilla
and other grasses indigenous to the coun-
try, upon which thousands of fat sheep
we're feeding.
again we would cut across the country,
leaving the winding roads; and then there
were nights of sleeping out in the cold,
crisp air, with the blue canopy overh ad
for our roof. In the daytime herds of
lithesome antelope and deer were to be
seen, as they fled before the snowstorms
,,oy II
game, fleeing for safety into the noun
tains, while eagles and ravens circleo in
the air. Days of sunshine brought to
view the snowclad mountains of Bill
=. Williams, San Francisco, Kendrick, Sid
grave, Floyd, the Red Butte and the high
northern walls of the Grand Canyon of
the Colorado River.
"For water for our horses and ourselves
we melted the snow, from which we made
our coffee and cooked our meals. After
covering 100 miles, at noon on February
II we reached the Indian agency shack,
or small wooden building, in which sup
plies for the Indians are stored. Three
hundred feet from the shack the mesa, or
tableland bench of this upper world,
comes to short stop between two walls
of lines lone, red and white sandstone,
and onyx, 1000 feet in height, which are
called The Hinges OF He'll One is
startled at the wond erful scene. Far be-
low. sheer down, seemingly into the bowels
of the earth, was the great hssure of
'Hualpai.' into which we soon desce nded
TO go through it to the Yava Supai Indian
village. ten miles distant.
Leaving the buckle at the shack we
soon were OH the trail, with our horses
picked with provisions and blankets. We
wormed around the high southern cliff of
Cataract Creek, the horses having barely
room 10 place their feet on the narrow
trail. A slip and they would have fallen
1900 feet.
The north walls of the Grand Canyon
of the Colorado. in a direct line, are only
eight miles beyond this, and the grand
sight of these walls, when the sun is shin
ing brightly upon them, bringing out all
the hues of the rainbow, is delight to
The Senses This part of the trail is called
The Tenderfoot's Delight
"As we slowly descended we encoun-
tered great powders and large fat, slip
nerv LAYERS of white chalk, which we
laporiousIy passed over. The place is
well named The Devils Stewpot.'
stWnding around the huge rocks and
downward around this huge southern
wall, whose top edge was so far above US
and its base so far below; stopping here
and there to examine the strata OF red,
gray and white sandstone, great ledges OF
'marb o, red and green layers OF alabaster
and white limestone and chalky ridges;
along the big walls red and yellow ocher
ana tale, with the blue and black stains OF
copper and iron strata, we had an oppor-
tuaiiy TO make a most interesting geologi-
cal study. Finally we reached the wash
of the great wall and obtained most
charming views of the rocky points OF
interest far beyond and still below us.
The. partly snow-clad walls OF the