WESTERN FREAKS.

see what magnificent amphithea-
tres have been hollowed out in the
rock. The traveller finds traces of
volcanic action, the lava pouring
into the river-bed, and the water
cutting through the lava. It is
no trifling thing to go through
the Grand Cafion, where a fellow
is boxed between these high walls
of the river, and on he must go,
over bad places in the way, where
the water sweeps down and rushes
and whirls. Then you may come
to smooth water, one surface of
glass stretching from shora to
shore save as some long, wind-
ing ripple breaks it. It looks
pretty calm in the Gate of Lo-
dore, does it not?”

“Oh-h! oh-h!” broke out
Ralph.

His eyes were fixed on a deep
mountain-cut, and he began to
read: ‘“ Winnie’s Grotto, a side
cafion, walls two thousand feet
high.” Not only were the walls
high, but there were profiles cut
out in the outlines of the rocky
walls, faces that scowled at one
another over the deep, gloomy pit,

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WINNIE’S GROTTO.

(2000 FEET.)

3t