All the morning we had driven through forests of tall pines and bare white aspens, watching the changing curves of San Francisco Mountain, whose lofty head rose streaked with white against the blue until at last, as we rounded its foothills, the desert lay below us like a sea, and we descended to the magic shore and took passage over the billows of silver and amethyst that foamed and waved beyond and afar. It was just at the weary moment of the long, hot drive when the starting place seemed lost in the past, and the goal still far ahead but the thought of the preacher’s ardor made us ashamed to be tired, gave us back the beauty of the day. We had passed the halfway house, where, finding the shanty too hot, we had unpacked and eaten our luncheons out in the sun and wind. Our four horses kicked up the dust of the road, and the wind whirled it into our faces and sifted it through our clothes. We were out in the open endless desert, the sunburned desolate waste. The Lord knows, perhaps, why he gave it to us I never felt big enough to ask.” And he toll the story of a young English preacher whom he once picked up near the end of the road who, too poor to pay stage fares, was walking to the cañon who, after two days and nights in the thirsty wastes, his canteen empty and only a few biscuits left in his pouch, was trudging bravely on, with blistered feet and aching body, because he “ must see ” the mighty miracle beyond. “Yes, I have been in and out of the cañon for twenty years,” he said, “and I have n’t begun to understand it yet. THE sun-browned miner who sat opposite me in the dusty stage talked of our goal to shorten the long hours of the journey, and of the travelers who had preceded us over that lonely trail to the edge of the Grand Cañon of the Colorado River. Come, for my vision’s glory Awaits your songs and wings Here on my breast I bid ye rest From starry wanderings.
Come, for my soul is weary Of time and death and change Eternity doth summon me, - With mightier worlds I range. Abodes as fair I build ye As heaven’s rich courts of pearl, And chasms dire where floods like fire Ravage and roar and whirl. The earth grew bold with longing And called the high gods down : Yea, though ye dwell in heaven and hell, I challenge their renown.
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