Jean had never seen such a wild and rugged manifestation of nature's depths and upheavals.

He was held mute.
"Stranger, look down," said the girl.
Jean's sight was educated to judge heights and depths and distances.
This wall upon which he stood sheered precipitously down, so far that it made him dizzy to look, and then the craggy broken cliffs merged into red-slided, cedar-greened slopes running down and down into gorges choked with forests, and from which soared up a roar of rushing waters.
Slope after slope, ridge beyond ridge, canyon merging into canyon--so the tremendous bowl sunk away to its black, deceiving depths, a wilderness across which travel seemed impossible.
"Wonderful!" exclaimed Jean.
"Indeed it is!" murmured the girl.

"Shore that is Arizona.

I reckon I love THIS.

The heights an' depths--the awfulness of its wilderness!" "An' you want to leave it ?" "Yes an' no.