The Coconino sun., 1927-11-25

cred about eighteen miles Of that "six
and three-eighths miles to the Grand
Canyon" | noticed something moving
at a spot perhaps a quarter of mile
away, in the bottom of little can
yon. At first | thought it might be
the man who put up that sign, and my
heart leaped for joy. But after a long
look | made out the object to be big
buck. He was paving something
white on the ground. It was a small
patch OF snow! | climbed up the lit
tie canyon, sat down beside the snow
and ate about two quarts Of it. Then
/ gathered up lot more and filled all
my pockets with it. That snow tasted
better than the most delicious ice
cream I ever ate. 1t was not very
clean, for the deer had trampled it
all over, but didn't mind that.
An hour later, as I looked ahead, /
could see a break in the trees. | was
on the edge of clearing of some kind,
anyhow, and the terrible monotony
and awful silence Of the forest were
to be broken at last. With renewed
energy | wobbled on and came to a lit
tie hill, beyond the summit Of which
there were no trees. / had grown to
hate trees.
Slowly I crawled up the little hill
and stood upon the crest. Then / saw
why there were no trees beyond the
hill. Beyond the hill was the grand
est, most awe-inspiring sight in all
the world-the Grand Canyon of Ari-
zona
| stood there upon the rim of that
tremendous chasm and forgot who
was and what | came there for. Be
fore me lay the sublimest panorama
in the world Nature never made
anything like it anywhere else. 1t is
the great masterpiece, and as / viewed
it, and my eyes drank in the grandeur
of the scene, / said to myself, "You
had better stand back little further;
you might fall in"
Twenty minutes later / was at the
Grand View hotel and Landlord Berry
was asking what / wanted.
"All ! want is water and food and
the address of the man who put up
the sign on SINNERS cabin" | said
modestly.
They brought me a little water and
can of tomatoes, but the address
they withheld. Possibly the man was
a friend, or he may be the sole sup
port of a large family.
That night about 8 o'clock the re-
lief expedition, consisting of Landlord
Berry and four-horse team, returned
to the hotel on the rim, bringing
Chauffeur Lippincott, Journalist
Chapman and Guide Doyle, the sole
survivors. At o'clock we ate enough
TO have driven any other landlord ex-
cept Pete Berry into fits, and at 10
o'clock were retired.
Next day Berry and | drove over to
Bright Angel hotel and telephoned
for gasoline. The day after that the
gasoline came, and the day after that,
which was Thursday, we got the au-
tomobile to the Grand Canyon.
Friday we steamed up and took the
auto out on Grand View Point. Chauf-
feur Lippincott drove the thing to
within six inches Of the rim with its
own steam, and held it there while /
took its picture.
Saturday morning before daylight
Doyle, Chapman and myself drove
over to Apex, sixteen miles from
Grand View, and took the train for
home. Every one of us regretted
that we would be unable to make the
return trip from the Canyon to Flag
staff, but the facts in the case were
that Doyle was obliged to get back to
Flagstaff in order to assist his wife
in setting hen, and Chapman had
to be in Los Angeles in time to pre-
pare speech for the banquet of the
Typothetae on Franklin's birthday,
while in my own case it was absolute
ly imperative that / be at home to