The Grand Canyon of the Colorado is a canyon composed of many canyons.It is a composite of thousands, of tens of thousands, of gorges.In like manner, each wall of the canyon is a composite structure, a wall composed of many walls, but never a repetition.Every one of these almost innumerable gorges is a world of beauty in itself.In the Grand Canyon there are thousands of gorges like that below Niagara Falls, and there are a thousand Yosemites.Yet all these canyons unite to form one grand canyon, the most sublime spectacle on the earth.Pluck up Mt.Washington by the roots to the level of the sea and drop it headfirst into the Grand Canyon, and the dam will not force its waters over the walls.Pluck up the Blue Ridge and hurl it into the Grand Canyon, and it will not fill it.

The carving of the Grand Canyon is the work of rains and rivers.The vast labyrinth of canyon by which the plateau region drained by the Colorado is dissected is also the work of waters.Every river has excavated its own gorge and every creek has excavated its gorge.When a shower comes in this land, the rills carve canyons——but a little at each storm;and though storms are far apart and the heavens above are cloudless for most of the days of the year, still, years are plenty in the ages, and intermittent rill called to life by a shower can do much work in centuries of centuries.

The erosion represented in the canyons, although vast, is but a small part of the great erosion of the region, for between the cliffs blocks have been carried away far superior in magnitude to those necessary to fill the canyons.Probably there is no portion of the whole region from which there have not been more than a thousand feet degraded, and there are districts from which more than 30000feet of rock have been carried away.Altogether, there is a district of country more than 200000square miles in extent from which on the average more than 6000feet have been eroded.Consider a rock 200000square miles in extent and a mile in thickness, against which the clouds have hurled their storms and beat it into sands and the rills have carried the sands into the creeks and the creeks have carried them into the rivers and the Colorado has carried them into the sea.We think of the mountains as forming clouds about their brows, but the clouds have formed the mountains.Great continental blocks are upheaved from beneath the sea by internal geologic forces that fashion the earth.Then the wandering clouds, the tempest-bearing clouds, the rainbow-decked clouds, with mighty power and with wonderful skill, carve out valleys and canyons and fashion hills and cliffs and mountains.The clouds are the artists sublime.

In winter some of the characteristics of the Grand Canyon are emphasized.The black gneiss below, the variegated quartzite, and the green or alcove sandstone form the foundation for the mighty red wall.The banded sandstone entablature is crowned by the tower limestone.In winter this is covered with snow.Seen from below, these changing elements seem to graduate into the heavens, and no plane of demarcation between wall and blue firmament can be seen.The heavens constitute a portion of the facade and mount into a vast dome from wall to wall, spanning the Grand Canyon with empyrean blue.So the earth and the heavens are blended in one vast structure.

When the clouds play in the canyon, as they often do in the rainy season, another set of effects is produced.Clouds creep out of canyons and wind into other canyons.The heavens seem to be alive, not moving as move the heavens over a plain, in one direction with the wind, but following the multiplied courses of these gorges.In this manner the little clouds seem to be individualized, to have wills and souls of their own, and to be going on diverse errands——a vast assemblage of self-willed clouds, faring here and there, intent upon purposes hidden in their own breasts.In the imagination the clouds belong to the sky, and when they are in the canyon the skies come down into the gorges and cling to the cliffs and lift them up to immeasurable heights, for the sky must still be far away.Thus they lend infinity to the walls.

The wonders of the Grand Canyon cannot be adequately represented in symbols of speech, nor by speech itself.The resources of the graphic art are taxed beyond their powers in attempting to portray its features.Language and illustration combined must fail.The elements that unite to make the Grand Canyon the most sublime spectacle in nature are multifarious and exceedingly diverse.The Cyclopean forms which result from the sculpture of tempests through ages too long for man to compute, are wrought into endless details, to describe which would be a task equal in magnitude to that of describing the stars of the heavens or the multitudinous beauties of the forest with its traceries of foliage presented by oak and pine and poplar, by beech and linden and hawthorn, by tulip and lily and rose, by fern and moss and lichen.Besides the elements of form, there are elements of color, for here the colors of the heavens are rivaled by the colors of the rocks.The rainbow is not more replete with hues.But form and color do not exhaust all the divine qualities of the Grand Canyon.It is the land of music.The river thunders in perpetual roar, swelling in floors of music when the storm gods play upon the rocks and fading away in soft and low murmurs when the infinite blue of heaven is unveiled.With the melody of the great tide rising and falling, swelling and vanishing forever, other melodies are heard in the gorges of the lateral canyons, while the waters plunge in the rapids among the rocks or leap in great cataracts.Thus the Grand Canyon is a land of song.Mountains of music swell in the rivers, hills of music billow in the creeks, and meadows of music murmur in the rills that ripple over the rocks.Altogether it is a symphony of multitudinous melodies.All this is the music of waters.The adamant foundations of the earth have been wrought into a sublime harp, upon which the clouds of the heavens play with mighty tempests or with gentle showers.

The glories and the beauties of form, color, and sound unite in the Grand Canyon——forms unrivaled even by the mountains, colors that vie with sunsets, and sounds that span the diapason from tempest to tinkling raindrop, from cataract to bubbling fountain.But more:it is a vast district of country.Were it a valley plain it would make a state.It can be seen only in parts from hour to hour and from day to day and from week to week and from month to month.A year scarcely suffices to see it all.It has infinite variety, and no part is ever duplicated.Its colors, though many and complex at any instant, change with the ascending and declining sun;lights and shadows appear and vanish with the passing clouds, and the changing seasons mark their passage in changing colors.You cannot see the Grand Canyon in one view, as if it were a changeless spectacle from which a curtain might be lifted, but to see it you have to toil from month to month through its labyrinths.It is a region more difficult to traverse than the Alps or the Himalayas, but if strength and courage are sufficient for the task, by a year’s toil a concept of sublimity can be obtained never again to be equaled on the hither side of Paradise. coYbTj6TN7iF+lhPfRRV4mpx4yVa/sxEhr6vDmeGfsf2VRf/0sRMLWOKrNu1c6d6