PAINTED IN MAGIC COLORS

HE blues and the grays and the mauves and the reds are second in glory only to the canyon's size and sculpture. The colors change with every changing hour. The morning and the evening shadows play magicians' tricks.

"It seems like a gigantic statement for even Nature to make all in one mighty stone word," writes John Muir. "Wildness so Godful, cosmic, primeval, bestows a new sense of earth's beauty and size. . . . But the colors, the living, rejoicing colors, chanting morning and evening in chorus to heaven! Whose brush or pencil, however lovingly inspired, can give us these? In the supreme flaming glory of sunset the whole canyon is transfigured, as if the life and light of centuries of sunshine stored up in the rocks was now being poured forth as from one glorious fountain, flooding both earth and Sky."

STILL FARTHER DOWN THE HERMIT TRAIL Photograph by P. P. Cowling

NEAR THE BOTTOM, SHOWING HERMIT CAMP AT THE FOOT OF A LOFTY MONUMENT This photograph was taken several years ago. The camp has since been greatly enlarged affording most comfortable entertainment overnight Photograph by H. T. Cowling