It looks to me exactly like an enormous unripe banana standing on end." This simile nearly "finished" the party.

"It's big enough to disagree with all the Sunday-schools in creation at once," remarked the doctor, between his shouts, while even Clover shook with laughter.

Mrs.Watson felt that she had made a hit, and grew complacent again.
"See what your brother picked for me," cried Poppy, riding alongside, and exhibiting a great sheaf of columbine tied to the pommel of her saddle.
"And how do you like North Cheyenne?
Isn't it an exquisite place ?" "Perfectly lovely; I feel as if I must come here every day." "Yes, I know; but there are so many other places out here about which you have that feeling." "Now we will show you the other Cheyenne Canyon,--the twin of this," said Dr.Hope; "but you must prepare your mind to find it entirely different." After rather a rough mile or two through woods, they came to a wooden shed, or shanty, at the mouth of a gorge, and here Dr.Hope drew up his horses, and helped them all out.
"Is it much of a walk ?" asked Mrs.Watson.
"It is rather long and rather steep," said Mrs.Hope; "but it is lovely if you only go a little way in, and you and I will sit down the moment you feel tired, and let the others go forward." South Cheyenne Canyon was indeed "entirely different." Instead of a green-floored, vine-hung ravine, it is a wild mountain gorge, walled with precipitous cliffs of great height; and its river--every canyon has a river--comes from a source at the top of the gorge in a series of mad leaps, forming seven waterfalls, which plunge into circular basins of rock, worn smooth by the action of the stream.

These pools are curiously various in shape, and the color of the water, as it pauses a moment to rest in each before taking its next plunge, is beautiful.

Little plank walks are laid along the river-side, and rude staircases for the steepest pitches.