The Connecticut labor press., 1920-01-31

the brush dares hope to equal it. 1t
is of tremendous size, with an en-
trance % feet high and Is feet wide,
solidly blocked at a depth of II feet.
Pure white, deep blue, yellow, red,
green, and all the intervening shades
| figure in the decorative scheme, and
| in places give the suggestion of
stained-glass windows. The whole as
pect is Of antiquity, enhanced by a
crack or fault diagonally through the
front-evidence of a slide before the
processes Of erosion began. The ca
thedral effect is so realistic that one
involuntarily listens for bells to in
tone the hour or call to prayers.
The Buried City, where masses of
burned clay broken up like common
bricks have crashed down and crushed
and covered some of the best examples
Of pagodas, is a somewhat melancholy
sight, reminiscent of Pompeii. But
there remain rare pagodas and dainty
sculptures, and gracefully curved
parapet on the churchlike rock in the
foreground. The Buried City occupies
six or eight acres. At this point the
wall is 500 feet in height. The slide
came on the under side of the top
stratum.
Rising nearly 200 feet above the
level floor in deep pocket" of the
canyon is stately columnar entrance,
lately christened the Royal Gateway.
1t leads into sculptured foyer ex-
tending back 600 feet, and having the
characteristics of a superb art gallery
in which almost any sculptured figure
sought may be found. In the center,
considerable distance from the open
ing, stands a group of five columns
on a tall base, all white as marble.
Four hundred feet up on the hard, cor
rugated gray slope where the noun
tains rise beyond is perched majes-
tically a castellated' lordly palace, the
Citadel, which the imagination swiftly
associates with some inaccessible old
world height overlooking sapphire
tides. 1t is a castle of dreams.
Pillars of Hercules.
The gigantic Pillars of Hercules,
dwarf1ng those of the Temple Of
Bacchus, symbolic enduring strength
and defy time. Light gray and red
with supporting half-lengths at regu-
lar intervals, each with it's ornate
abatus, they seemingly hold up the
Sierra. The White Chapel is what
the name implies. At each corner the
walls are buttressed like the old Cali
fornia mission. 1t resembles in gen.
eral form some of Mexico's ancient
churches. Unlike them, however, 1t is
daintily chased and decorated, with
many inches containing appropriate
statuettes.
Geologically Red Rock-so named be-
cause that color predominates-da
back to the later Tertiary period, when
the canyon evidently was a swamp
teeming with fauna. Today il is fos-
sill field virtually unexplored and likely
to yield abundantly. Cursory search
has disclosed remains of camels,
horses, elephants, mastodons and other
mammalia. At the base of the Tenn
pie of the Sun William Mulholland,
chief engineer of the Los Angeles
aqueduct, recently picked up the pet
rified heel-bone of the largest sabre
toothed tiger ever found. Caves
abound, and in one of these was dis
covered a collection of Indian pottery
worth thousands Of dollars. 1t con-
sisted of At pieces, placed in orderly
fashion against the walls, and covered
inches deep with dust. Some of the
pieces were remarkably thin and almost
glazed, pigments having been applied
before burning. The Shoshones and
Piutes were the Indian tribes that for
merly ranged here, but this pottery
of their known work.