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Title: The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Yard, Robert Sterling, 1861-1945
Subjects: National parks and reserves
Publisher: New York, Chicago (etc.) C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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sand around the bases of enormous cathedral-likerocks. It is like dropping into a paint-pot, said Mrs.Jefferson. I am fairly intoxicated with color. And these astonishingly fantastic shapes! saidAunt Jane, smiling happily. Seen from above theywere amazing, but, looked up at from below, they areunreal. Im dreaming them, not seeing them. We are living in the Arabian Nights, said Mar-garet. These arent rocks at all, theyre giantspalaces. Sure thing, said Uncle Billy sportively. Prettysoon a giaour will pop out of one of them and gatherus all up for dinner. Well make a fine juicy stew forhim. Dont you feel the relief of a broken sky-line?asked Mr. Jefferson. Yesterday, looking into thecanyon from above, we never could get away from thatdeadly level horizon. The picture everywhere wasframed in straight rims. But to-day, looking up frombelow, we lose sight of the rim and see the sky-linebroken by the spires and minarets of these Aladdinpalaces. It is some rcHef, Mrs. Jefferson admitted. But
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Photograph by Fred Harvey The trail into the canyon 228 THE TOP OF THE CONTINENT I shall not let you belittle the view from the rim.That, after all, is the great view. But one must seethis, too. Each is perfect of its kind, and both arenecessary to any real comprehension and appreciation. It was Uncle Billys great day, sure enough. Hedevoted himself to the children, joked constantly withMargaret and ran mule-races with Jack over some ofthe level stretches. He found the best echoes forthem and shouted louder than Jack. Hes trying to make up for being mean to us yes-terday about that walk, Jack whispered to Margaret. ** Its no such thing, Margaret retorted. ** He didnteven know he was mean to us. No, that isnt whyhes so jolly. Its something altogether different. Jack looked at Margaret sharply, but said nothing.He wanted to know what she meant, but would notconfess his ignorance. He was beginning to feel alittle more respect for girls. Having their own separate party and, as Mr. Jeffer-

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