Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico, with a foreword by Owen Wister;new edition with (72 plates) from photographs by the author and his brother . having the time of my life. I camped that night at Picachio, — meaning thePocket, — eighty miles below Ahrenburg. This is stilla mining district, but the pockets containing nuggetsof gold which gave the place its name seem to have allbeen discovered at the time of the boom ; the mining nowdone is in quartz ledges up on the sides of grim, mineral-stained hills. I was back in the land of rock again, aland showing the forces of nature in hig
Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico, with a foreword by Owen Wister;new edition with (72 plates) from photographs by the author and his brother . having the time of my life. I camped that night at Picachio, — meaning thePocket, — eighty miles below Ahrenburg. This is stilla mining district, but the pockets containing nuggetsof gold which gave the place its name seem to have allbeen discovered at the time of the boom ; the mining nowdone is in quartz ledges up on the sides of grim, mineral-stained hills. I was back in the land of rock again, aland showing the forces of nature in high points of foreignrock, shot up from beneath, penetrating the crust of theearth and in a few places emerging for a height of twohundred feet from the river itself, forming barren islandsand great circling whirlpools, as large as that in theNiagara gorge, and I thought, for a while, almost aspowerful. In one I attempted to keep to the short sideof the river, but found it a difficult job, and one whichtook three times as long to accomplish as if I had allowedmyself to be carried around the circle. Then the land became level again, and the Chocolate. , Koto lira ZOROASTEB TEMPLE: FROM THE END Of BRIGH1 ANGEL I KAll. FOUR DAYS TO YUMA 299 Mountains were seen to the west. A hard wind blewacross the stream, so that I had to drop my sunshade toprevent being carried against the rocks. This day Ipassed a large irrigation canal leading off from the stream,the second such on the entire course of the a friendly ranchman called to me from the shoreand warned me of the Laguna dam some distance said the water was backed up for three miles, so Iwould know when I was approaching it. In spite of this warning, I nearly came to grief atthe dam. The wind had shifted until it blew directlydown the stream. The river, nearly a mile wide, stillran with a powerful current; I ceased rowing and drifteddown, over waves much like those one would find on alake driven by a heavy wi
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