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Title: Seeing America first : with the Berry brothers
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Colby, Eleanor Pfeiffer, F. W, ill Berry Brothers
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Publisher: Detroit : Berry Bros.
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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ten language for his tribe. These trees will surely keep his name green long after any othermonument would have turned to dust. The sequoias are sometimes called the Methuselahs ofthe forest, but that old Bible character only lived to be 969 years old, and these giant trees aremere babies at that age. We boys think the sequoia forest the most solemn place we were ever in. The trees towerup so high above you and make you feel so sort of small and new and useless! Then there isscarcely a sound, and you cannot hear your own footsteps on the soft carpet of pine needles. It seems dreadful to cut down trees which have been growing so long, yet occasionally one ismade into lumber. After standing for a thousand years or more in the forest, it must seem strangeto be cut into sections, loaded on flat cars, and started on a journey to some distant place to bemade into ship masts or furniture or some other thing of which the tree never dreamed when itstood in its home on the slope of the Sierras.
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The Grand Canyon of Arizona does not look like a real place. It seems like a place forgiants, everything is so huge and wonderful. It is as though some great giant had dug his houseout of solid rock. He did not make the walls smooth, but chiseled them out in strange shapes likecastles and towers and temples, and he made the sides so steep that for thousands of years nohuman being dared to go down into his cellar. Instead of leaving the walls gray, he stained themwith purples and pinks and browns and reds, and yellows, so that Joaquin Miller, the Californiapoet, called the Grand Canyon a paint pot 218 miles long and 15 miles wide. Our giant was athirsty old fellow, so he let the Colorado river flow through his cellar. When you stand on therim of the canyon, the river looks like a little thread of silver ribbon, but if you were to descend6000 feet, you would discover that the Colorado is a wild, dashing, terrible river—so wild that onlya few men have ever tried to launch their boats o

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