"Quad's odds"; . ull hour. The legendgoes that two loverswere lost in the mount-ains, and after wander-ing around for manymonths without beingable to find their wayout, they at last reachedthis glade, where theyboth died. His skeletonis seen in the foreground,and her skeleton is seenhanging to a limb. Ifelt a great deal sadder after leaving the glade. Further down the Valley we came upon Lake Vesper,a beautiful sheet of water imprisoned between the hills,ave never yet seen a painting or photograph of it, andoften wondered how so many artists overlooked little is^nd in the center of the la
"Quad's odds"; . ull hour. The legendgoes that two loverswere lost in the mount-ains, and after wander-ing around for manymonths without beingable to find their wayout, they at last reachedthis glade, where theyboth died. His skeletonis seen in the foreground,and her skeleton is seenhanging to a limb. Ifelt a great deal sadder after leaving the glade. Further down the Valley we came upon Lake Vesper,a beautiful sheet of water imprisoned between the hills,ave never yet seen a painting or photograph of it, andoften wondered how so many artists overlooked little is^nd in the center of the lake, is another relicof tne primeval ages. I at firstthought it was a barrel—a bar-rel of gin, or something, leftthere for the use of weary trav-elers, but the Professor indig-nantly repudiated the idea. Hesaid it was an heirloom of thelost Aztec race, and took the spy-glass away from me. Ilingered behind and sat down and looked and pondered,and such waves of awe rolled over me that one of the men, Lovers 264 MEDITATION, AND SO FORTH. who wanted to borrow my jack-knife, came back and askedme three times before I knew of his presence. I think Lake Vesper one of the loveliest visions of the Valley,but Id give a good deal to know whether there is anythinggood to drink in that barrel. Soon after dinner we came upon Hiawatha was so overcome with the awe and grandeur thathe sat down on a rock and cried, and all of us were a greatdeal more or less affected. The sight was simply water starts from a cliff several hundred feet high,plashes from rock to rock and plane toplane with a musical roar, and finallyreaches the Valley and glides through theU grass like a silver serpent. An Indianguide informed me that the view was notso inspiring from above. He had onceascended to the source of the Falls, andas near as I could make out from hisbroken words and wild gestures, the viewwas heap cuss no good. The guide turned aside about an hourbefore sunset to point
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