The rim wall where I stood sheered down a thousand feet, to meet a long wooded slope which cut abruptly off into another giant precipice; a second long slope descended, and jumped off into what seemed the grave of the world.

Most striking in that vast void were the long, irregular points of rim wall, protruding into the Grand Canyon.

From Point Sublime to the Pink Cliffs of Utah there were twelve of these colossal capes, miles apart, some sharp, some round, some blunt, all rugged and bold.

The great chasm in the middle was full of purple smoke.

It seemed a mighty sepulcher from which misty fumes rolled upward.