. The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks. lmost ter-rible, aspect; and yet at sunset it became a sort ofpainters palette, a riot of glorified color—every softand gentle tint you can conceive, set off against theheavy but translucent shadows under the westerncliffs. Yes, put in Mrs. Jefferson eagerly, **and beforesunrise it is again altogether different. I looked at itfrom my window this morning. The walls were graythen, and you could plainly see those great splashesof sulphur yellow across the lake. The water thenwas the color of polished steel. Th
. The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks. lmost ter-rible, aspect; and yet at sunset it became a sort ofpainters palette, a riot of glorified color—every softand gentle tint you can conceive, set off against theheavy but translucent shadows under the westerncliffs. Yes, put in Mrs. Jefferson eagerly, **and beforesunrise it is again altogether different. I looked at itfrom my window this morning. The walls were graythen, and you could plainly see those great splashesof sulphur yellow across the lake. The water thenwas the color of polished steel. The surface ap-peared hard, as if frozen. It looked as if a rockthrown upon it would bounce up and skim across thesurface of the lake. **Yes, mused Doctor McKinley, I have travelledthe world and have seen nothing just like this. Thereare other crater lakes, one in Mexico, several in Aus-tria and elsewhere, but nothing that compares withthis. It has something of the color glory of Capri;something of the mystery of the Grand Canyon;something of the fairylike impossibility of afternoon. n\\i*^\~ ^tm.\CH^— tMMtv Just look fcr a moment over there at the Phantom Ship, interruptedISIrs. Jefferson 15^2 THE TOP OF THE CONTINENT in the Yosemite Valley. It has all these—and some-thing else. It is alone. Just look for a moment over there at the Phan-tom Ship, interrupted Mrs. Jefferson. The wateris so pale you scarcely can call it blue. Where is the Phantom Ship? asked Margaret. Right over there, said her mother, pointing. I dont see it, said Margaret. Why—why— hesitated Mrs. Jefferson—it wasthere. Exactly there by that cliff. I cant seem tosee it now. That is very strange. Why, I would havemade my affidavit Mothers dreaming, said Jack. The color hasgone to her head. It wouldnt seem strange to me if it did go to herhead, said Aunt Jane. I actually feel unreal myself,Im not sure, somehow, that Im here at all. Were all dippy, said Jack. To tell you the truthI thought I saw the Phan
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