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Show 30 BY PATH AND TKAIL. bringeth forth figs, nor vines, nor pomegranates, ' ' but to the man of meditation and of faith it is a land where the majesty of omnipotence is enthroned and the voice of Creation supreme. From the granite spur, on which I stood, I looked upon and into the Gran Barranca, the great canyon of the Urique, into and over as grand a view of massive crags, sculptured rocks and devastation of fire and water as ever the eye of man gazed upon. Surrounded by shaggy mountains of towering height, by plutonic hills of im measurable age and of every geological epoch, by meta-morphic formations, weird and unfamiliar, the Gran Bar ranca reposes in majestic isolation, waiting for the highly civilized man to approach, wonder and admire. The savage who has no ideals, has no sense of that which answers and conforms to what civilized man calls the beautiful, the terrific or the sublime, and for him the creations of God have no elevating influence on the mind. The sense of the appreciation of the sublime and the wonderful in nature is acquired by culture and depends on complex associations of mental attributes. High taste for the beauties of harmony and the grand in nature, and a sensitive feeling for sound or form or color do not be long to the man with the bow, or, indeed, to the man with the hoe. The Yaqui, who lives surrounded by the hills on which God has stamped the seal of His omnipotence, where the departing sun floods the heavens with a cataract of fiery vermilion, crimson and burnished gold and where tEe sky is of opalescent splendor, stares unmoved, for he has not even the pictorial sense, and so this marvelous crea tion of God and work of the elements still awaits the ap proach of admiration and of praise. |