Down the Grand Canyon

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Dodd, Mead, 1924 - 369 pages
 

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Page 234 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 155 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced; Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Page 154 - But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...
Page 314 - With some feeling of anxiety, we enter a new canon this morning. We have learned to closely observe the texture of the rock. In softer strata, we have a quiet river; in harder, we find rapids and falls. Below us are the limestones and hard sandstones, which we found in Cataract Canon. This bodes toil and danger.
Page 89 - Indeed, it may as well be understood at the outset that this horrible crime, so often and so persistently charged upon the Mormon church and its leaders, was the crime of an individual, the crime of a fanatic of the worst stamp, one who was a member of the Mormon church, but of whose intentions the church knew nothing, and whose bloody acts the members of the church, high and low, regard with as much abhorrence as any out of the church. Indeed, the blow fell upon the brotherhood with threefold force...
Page 18 - Perhaps the whole thing was a dream conjured up by my nerves and the unusual conditions under which I was trying to sleep. I was about ready to admit the truth of the dream theory, when my eyes rested on my shotgun case in the bow of the boat. The even sheen of its tan surface was blotched and spotted with water, and, on examination, the rest of the outfit in that part of the boat proved to be soaked. Turning my...
Page 174 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Page 13 - I brought up against a snag in midstream and swung round several times in getting clear. Ah! here at last was the current; not a swift one, to be sure, but at least with enough movement to take the boat ^ steadily on its way. Now I could afford to lie down, watch the stars and go to sleep. The great tidal "bore...
Page 20 - For some time the river had been gradually changing. Here it was much broader than above though apparently quite as deep. The banks, instead of running sharply up at an angle of forty-five degrees or more, now sloped easily back, but were softer and less easy to walk upon. The willows, which had formed an almost unbroken tunnel above, now grew only in patches, their solid wall being replaced by a thick growth ofcarrisa, a species of cane somewhat resembling sorghum. On the drier ground beyond the...
Page 18 - Driven by the new oars, the old tub was floundering around a bend at a spanking clip when, glancing over my shoulder to get a line on direction, one of the strangest sights I ever beheld was revealed. The impression conveyed to my mind by the first glance was of the river being strewn with Gargantuan popcorn, scattered thickly as far as the...

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