Arizona republican., 1905-11-10
THE GRAND CANYON
 MIGHTIEST WONDER
Womans Description of Her First and Subsequent Inn
 pression of That Huge Cash in the Face of Nature.

mighty architectural effects, towers, balustradeS, arches, columns with lat tice work and delicate carving. Ev- anywhere, as far as the eye can reach, are cliffs, buttes, pinnacles, amphithe- aters, caves and terraces, exquisitely storm carved and painted in an endless variety of colors, pink, red, brown, lavender, grey, yellow, blue and black. In some lights the saffron prevails, in other lights vermillion, and in others the pink, gray and black.
 The next morning after a shower, saw a most wonderful effect pro- duced as the mist rose and formed in little cloudlets, drifting and wander ing in and out among the turrets and pinnacles, each as though it possessed a will of it's own, and on some errand intent Many were the cameras In evidence attempting to catch some small portion of the unusual sight. A drive of two and half miles along the rim took us to Rowe's Point where the most advantageous view can be obtained. It is a huge peninsula jutting out a half mile into the can yon, and some places but a few feet beyond the carriage wheels at each side was a sheer declivity which made a cold chill run up my spine as anXiously watched every movement of the well trained horses. From this point one has an uninterrupted view of 70 miles up and down the canyon. Ly- ing below at the right was the Battle ship Iowa, a stone formation of strik- ing resemblance. Then there is Wish mes Temple. Sentinel Point, Point Havi Supai. PowelIs Plateau and many promontories, named and unnamed.
 Standing on the rim in front of the hotels and looking across. it is almost impossible to believe it to be more than mile CT so; instead it is a view of fourteen miles, and over a mile straight to the bottom, along which the great Colorado, resembling a tiny, yellow ribbon, ZigZagged on it's course, where it has flowed and roared for ages-the echo of that roar reaching us in a dull murmur, where we stood-a body of water ten times the size of the Nile, and with power enough if it could be utilized, to feed manufactories without number. This is the mesa country the Land of Tables" Nowhere else on the footstool is there such an ex- ample of deep gnawing water. or wa ter-high- carving.
 H.. that everything is magnifed until it appears but a short distance away, and one cannot fully realize distances until one descends the wall to the pla- teau and from the plateau down to the river. When a day is spent in once making that descent, then the mind more fully grasps the immensity of it all-the multitudes of winding can yons in the depths of the Grand Can yon itself Why, twenty Yosemites might be unperceived anywhere below; dozen Niagaras be but trout streams;; the whole mass of the Alps might be scattered through the 300 miles of this chasm in Arizona without filling 1t up.
 I made the descent one day in com pany with a party of young people from Holbrook. We started early in the morning on strong, sleek mules and ponies. Other parties were ahead of us, and a pack train of tiny burros brought up the rear. loaded with pro- visions for the camp below. Just over the rim is photographic studio. where the enterprising artist stands and takes a "shot" at each descending party. When we came up the trail at night he presented the finished pie lures, and naturally all parties are glad to purchase-which must make that tiny studio a small gold mine to its owner, these pictures selling at 50 cents each.
 I Bright Angel Trail was built in 1890 and '91, and reaches from the hotels three and a half miles to the camp at Bright Angel creek, across the plateau, and drooDs 1900 feet to the river below. A strong person accustomed to walk | ing can easily make the round trip on foot, but women rarely undertake it. On foot one can loiter and drink in all the beauties of the place at length and too, one cannot be as weary at the foot of the trail, as from the steady strain of standing in the stirrups, | bracing ones self all the long distance. Were I to go over 1t again I am sure I would much prefer the walk down | horse for the upward climb is almost necessity.
 The trip from the mesa to the river is trip to the underpinning of the earth. The trail winds down the side of an immense amphitheater, past wonderful strata of every known geo. logical age, all glorified by a rainbow beauty of color. It is six or more | hours in a realm of wondrously tinted frescoing, the contrasting green of shrubs and dainty wild flowers rest here and there-down a trail something less steep than a sheer precipice, but not much less. In places the path seems cut out from the solid rock and so mar row one involuntarily closes the eyes, as the little hoofs of the ponies batter along within a foot of the shelving brink; but the ponies and guides are thoroughly reliable, and no accident has ever yet happened on Bright Angel