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Show Figuro 12.-Swallow Cn.vo. • I SPLIT MOUNTAIN OANON. 39 waters. Rich meadows stretch out on either hand, to the verge of a sloping plain, that comes down from the distant mountains. 'rhese plains are of almost naked rock, in strange contrast to the meadows ; blue and lilac colored rocks, buff and pink, vermilion and brown, and all these colors clear and bright. A dozen little creeks, dry the o-reater part of the year, run down through the half circle of exposed formations, radiating from tho i land-center to tho rim of the basin. Each creek has it sy tern of side streams, and each side stream has its system of laterals, and, again, these are divided, so that this outstretched slope of rock is elaborately embossed. Beds of different colored formations run in parallel band on either side. rrhe perspective, modified by the undulations, gives the bands a waved appearance, and the high colors gleam in the midday sun with the luster of satin. We are tempted to call this Rainbow Park Away beyond those bods are the Uinta and Wasatch Mountains, with their pine foro ts and "now fields and naked peaks. Now we turn to the right, and look up Whirlpool Canon, a deep gorge, with a river in the bottom-a gloomy chasm, where mad waves roar; but, at this distance ·and altitude, the river is but a rippling brook, and the chasm a narrow cleft. The top of the mountain on which we stand is a broad, grassy table, and a herd of doer is feeding- in tho distance. Walking over to the southeast, wo look down into tho valley of White River, and beyond that see the far distant Rocky. Mountains, in mellow, perspective haze, through which snow field~ shine. June 2.1.-This morning, wo enter Split Mountain Canon, sailing in through a broad, flaring, brilliant gateway. We run two or three rapids after they have been carefully examined. Then we have a series of six or eight, over which we arc compelled to pass by letting tho boats down with lines. This occupies tho entire day, nnd we camp at night at tho mouth of a great cave. 'rhe cave is at tho foot of one of these rapids, and the waves dash in nearly to its very end. We can pass along a little shelf at the side until we reach the back part. Swallows havo built their nest in the ceiling, and they wheel in, chattering and scolding at our intrusion; but their clamor is almost drowned by the noise of the waters. Looking out of tho cave, we |