The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1916-04-20

kerchiefs, though too far away for rec
ognition
AS we began the ascent we met Tex
as, the two Virginia girls and DR.. Nor
ris on their way down, under the guild
ance of one of the other drivers 1t de-
veloped later that when their party came
to the head of the trail the two girls hest
tated about undertaking the descent,
until they recognized my sweater lying
on the rocks where l had left it. THAT
settles it," said they, ''for where
Yankee girl can go, Virginia can fol-
low" and follow they did. The ascent
was far more difficult than the descent
had been, and when we finally reached
the top, altitude and the heat of The at
ternoon had proved an exhausting COM
bipation that made US glad to sit on the
rocks and await the return of the other
adventures.
1t was merry party that finally fol-
lowed the rugged path through the
woods to Artists Point, mile or so be-
You'd. Here we had the finest of all
the views of the Canyon, and could only
gaze speeches. at its glorles, as no
adjectives ever invented could adequate
ly describe it. The Great Fall in the
distance, with its spray flying almost as
high as the fall itself, looked like
flashing jewel set in the most gorgeous
of o01orc md lass Al
fall was the river itself, with its clear
emerald streaked and crossed with rapids
of snowy foam. Below and beyond us,
on the opposite side, an eagles nest was
plainly visible on the apex of tall pin
nacle of rock, and brilliantly colored
cliffs, in shapes grotesque and fantastic
enough to rival even those of the Grand
Canyon of Arizona itself, were to be
seen on every hand. Kegretfuully we
left the Point and took the carriage road
through the woods again, for prosalc
thoughts Of supper were by this time
penetrating even the most poetic of
minds.
On the way back to camp "Bill'' point
ed out a real bears den in the woods,
butwe contented ourselves with 'snap-
ping 1t from afar, without stopping to
investigate whether or not Bruin was
lat home" The supper bell was ring
ing as We YEARLY plodded into camp
again, tired but happy after our after
Moons jaunt. Someone had PLAYED a
trick on the cook that night, and when
we found salt instead of sugar in the
bowls, and coal-oil mixed with our tea,
great was the dismay until our wrongs
were righted, especially since we hungry
dudes had exhausted the milk supply
at noon. The indignant dudes were
easily appeased, but I've yet to learn
whether the indignant cook was as east
ly placated or not.
After supper the party divided, some
to look for bear" others going over to
the Grand Canyon Hotel to see the
sights. Will and l decided that the
Falls still held the greatest attraction
for US, and having rested bit we start
ed for the Give hundred steps" that led
down from the canyon rim to the brink
of the Great Falls. Five hundred steps
seemed to be small estimate for the
length of that stairway, as aching
muscles seemed to testify that there
were at least thousand. However,
the view from the top of the fall was as
fine as all the other canyon views, and
we felt we'll repaid for our effort as we
gazed down into the depths to the place
we had visited in the afternoon, and
traced the course of Uncle Tom Trail
over the rocks on the opposite side.
Around the campfire after darkness
had fallen we discussed the days ad-
ventures, and future plans, for on the
morrow cur party was to separate
some going north to Swan Lake and the
Mammoth Hot Springs, while others
were to go with US to the Yellowstone
entrance, to take the train for Colorado
and the East.