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Show BY PATH AND TRAIL. 21 the sandstone hills an amazing series of illusions and have cut out and fashioned monumental designs of the most curious and fantastic forms. Here are battlements, towers, cathedrals, buttresses and flying buttresses. Away to our left are giant figures, great arches and ar chitraves, and among heaps of debris from fallen col umns there is flourishing the wonderful madrona or strawberry tree, with blood- red bark, bright green and yellow leaves, and in season, covered with waxen white blossoms, impossible of imitation on wood or canvas. The wild turkeys are calling from cliff to cliff and the wilderness is yielding food to them. The intense silence weighs upon the soul, the stupendous hills bear to the mind a sensation of awe and sublimity. I look around me and see everywhere titanic mountains roughly garbed in hoary vegetation; the vision carrys me back to a for mative period before time was, " when the earth was void and empty, and darkness was upon the face of the deep ; and the Spirit of God moved upon the waters and said let land appear. ' ' And now, as we advance, the scenery suddenly becomes grander and more sublime, surpassing great in its awful solitude, its tremendous strength and terrifying size. The spirit of man, in harmony with the majesty of his surroundings and the matchless splendor of these silent monuments to God's creative power, ought to expand and grow large, but the soul is dwarfed and dominated by the sense of its own littleness in the presence of the infinite creative Mind which called from the depths and gave form, to this awful materiality, and, down through the ages there comes to him the portentous call of the Holy Spirit, " Where was thou, man, when I laid the |