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Title: Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico, with a foreword by Owen Wister;new edition with (72 plates) from photographs by the author and his brother
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Kolb, E. L. (Ellsworth Leonardson), b. 1876
Subjects: Grand Canyon (Ariz.)
Publisher: New York : The MacMillan Company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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thoroughbred stock — horsesand cattle — contentedly grazing. This pastoral scene, with a background of ruggedmountains, appealed strongly to our photographic in-stincts. After three or four exposures, we climbed thefarthest fence and passing from alfalfa to sage-brush inone step, were at the foot of the mesa. Climbing to the summit, we beheld the village in thedistance, in a beautiful green valley — a splendid exampleof Mormon irrigation and farming methods. Linwoodproved to be the market-place for all the ranchers of thisregion. Dotting the foot-hills where water was less plen-tiful were occasional cabins, set down in the middle ofhay ranches. All this husbandry only emphasized thesurrounding desolation. Just beyond, dark in the south-ern sky, rose the great peaks of the Uintah range, themountains we were so soon to enter. Storm-clouds had been gathering about one great snow-covered peak, far in the distance. These clouds spreadand darkened, moving rapidly forward. We had taken
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INTERESTING SIGHTS OF SOUTHERN WYOMING 19 the hint and were already making all possible haste tow-ard the town,1 hoping to reach it before the storm broke.But it was useless. Long before we had gained the edgeof the valley the rain had commenced in the mountains,— small local storms, resembling delicate violet-colouredveils, hung in the dense pall of the clouds. There werefar flashes of lightning, and the subdued roar of distantthunder, rapidly growing louder as the storm approached.Unable to escape a drenching, we paused a moment towonder at the sight; to marvel — and shrink a littletoo — at the wild, incessant lightning. The peaks them-selves seemed to be tumbling together, such was thecontinuous roar of thunder, punctuated by frequentdeafening crashes. Then the storm came down upon us. Such torrentsof rain we have seldom witnessed : such gusts of drivingwind ! At times we could scarcely make headway againstit, but after most strenuous effort we neared the village.We hoped to

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