Arizona, the wonderland; the history of its ancient cliff and cave dwellings, ruined pueblos, conquest by the Spaniards, Jesuit and Franciscan missions, trail makers and Indians; a survey of its climate, scenic marvels, topography, deserts, mountains, rivers and valleys; a review of its industries; an account of its influence on art, literature and science; and some reference to what it offers of delight to the automobilist, sportsman, pleasure and health seekerBy George Wharton JamesWith a map and sixty plates, of which twelve are in colour . ne can easily imagine him-self in an old English p
Arizona, the wonderland; the history of its ancient cliff and cave dwellings, ruined pueblos, conquest by the Spaniards, Jesuit and Franciscan missions, trail makers and Indians; a survey of its climate, scenic marvels, topography, deserts, mountains, rivers and valleys; a review of its industries; an account of its influence on art, literature and science; and some reference to what it offers of delight to the automobilist, sportsman, pleasure and health seekerBy George Wharton JamesWith a map and sixty plates, of which twelve are in colour . ne can easily imagine him-self in an old English park, unvisited and abandoned,perhaps, but still clearly showing its ancient plantingand usage. In the hottest days of summer on the des-ert plains of the southern part of the State, or whentravelers on the brink of the Grand Canyon feel theheat surging up from the sun-scorched rocks below, onemay ride for hours, as fast as he and his horse careto go through the wide open parks of this region,and the temperature seems made to order. The air iscool, refreshing, delicious, yet sun-kissed, vivifyingand as life-giving as a champagne that has no evil after-effect. There is excellent fishing in the head-waters of theLittle Colorado River — for it is a very different streamup here from that which trans-continental travelers knowas the Little Colorado near Winslow. There it is a dirty,filthy, muddy stream1 that meanders lazily along in itssandy bed, quickened only in the time of heavy rainsand mountain freshets, with an occasional cloudburst,. The White Mountains 137 but here, it is clear, sparkling, pure, cold, fresh fromthe snowy fountains of serene mountain heights. Yetthis statement would be misleading were it not qualifiedby reference to the rainy season. When it rains thesurface drainage flows into the streams and makes a rich mud brown color, but they soon clear up andrepossess their original purity. The chief fish caught is a rare creature, the salmoplueriticits, a trout that
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