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Show 160 WESTERN WILDS. Once a month or so, an Indian works his way down the south slope on snow shoes, bringing in mail and taking out reports from the impris-oned. With three hotels, saw mill, and two ranches, some fifty per-sons reside in the valley. There is a saloon, billiard- hall, bathing-rooms, barber shop, and reading- room ; and the general arrangements are such that one could spend the summer there very pleasantly. Want of space forbids a fuller account of the sights upon the southern cliffs : of Pohono " Spirit of the Evil Wind _ called by the whites Bridal Vail, a tiny stream with a fall of over nine hundred and forty feet ; of Lung- oo- too-koo- ya " Long and Slender " or the Ribbon Fall, amounting in different cas-cades to 3,300 feet ; of Tis- sa-ack " Goddess of the Valley" or the South Dome ; or of Tu- lool- we- ack " The Terrible " the wild, craggy gorge of South Canon. Nor is my pen equal to the task of doing justice to Tu- toch- ah- nu- la " Great Chief of the Valley" or El Capitan, rising at something more than a perpendicular, leaning over the valley, to an elevation of 3,300 feet; nor to Wah- wah-le- na " The Three Graces" whose heads shine from a height of 3,750 feet. All that the utmost stretch of fancy can picture of the giant- like, the colossal and Cyclopean, is but a shadowy conception of this immense reality. No description has ever been written. None can be written on this earth. The subject is beyond the prov- VEKNAL FALLS. |
