. The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks. wants Mother to go, too. But Motherdoesnt even see her. Shes just absorbed in thatcanyon. You think you know an awful lot, said Jack sar-castically. **I do, said Margaret with a wise nod. At leastI know a lot more than you do. You cant even see. But I can beat you rtmning, said Jack. Come, children, take a walk with us, called UncleTom gayly, as he and Uncle Billy swung by. No, I dont want them, said Uncle Billy want a real walk. Gee, isnt he the savage one! cried Jack resent-fully as the two pass
. The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks. wants Mother to go, too. But Motherdoesnt even see her. Shes just absorbed in thatcanyon. You think you know an awful lot, said Jack sar-castically. **I do, said Margaret with a wise nod. At leastI know a lot more than you do. You cant even see. But I can beat you rtmning, said Jack. Come, children, take a walk with us, called UncleTom gayly, as he and Uncle Billy swung by. No, I dont want them, said Uncle Billy want a real walk. Gee, isnt he the savage one! cried Jack resent-fully as the two passed on. Now what have we everdone to him ? Why shouldnt we go if we want to ?I can walk as fast as he can. Whats the matter withhim, anyway? To think of your not even knowing that! ex-claimed Margaret. Say, said Jack critically, I never saw a girl sostuck on herself as you are. The next morning they breakfasted early in prepa-ration for an overnight trip into the canyon. Theguide was waiting. Mr. Jefferson had picked out themules the night before. THE GREATEST DITCH IN THE WORLD ^223. Photograph by Eerford CouiHiik Indians above the rim Are we going all the way down? asked Margaretover her oatmeal. All the way to that teenty bit ofa river that we saw yesterday from the Point with thefunny Indian name? Straight to the river, said Mr. Jefferson. Butit isnt such a tiny river as it looks from up here. In 2^24 THE TOP OF THE CONTINENT fact it is one of the great rivers of America. From thesource of its largest confluent, the Green River, to itsmouth in the Gulf of California, it is two thousandmiles long. Doctor McKinley came down late, the only one notin riding clothes. Have you forgotten, asked Mrs. Jefferson in sur-prise, that we are going to the river this morning? I am suddenly called East, he explained. Itis a disappointment, of course; I had expected to seethis delightful party to its finish. But now it is im-possible. Doctor McKinleys tone was one which forbadequestions. But
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