How it brought back to Carley remembrance of Oak Creek! In the west, across the purple notches of the abyss, a dull gold flare showed where the sun had gone down.
In the morning at eight o'clock there were great irregular black shadows under the domes and peaks and escarpments.

Bright Angel Canyon was all dark, showing dimly its ragged lines.

At noon there were no shadows and all the colossal gorge lay glaring under the sun.

In the evening Carley watched the Canyon as again the sun was setting.
Deep dark-blue shadows, like purple sails of immense ships, in wonderful contrast with the bright sunlit slopes, grew and rose toward the east, down the canyons and up the walls that faced the west.

For a long while there was no red color, and the first indication of it was a dull bronze.