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a mile of the depth of it； and the shafts and rays of rose light on a million glancing； many…hued surfaces at once； but that knowledge was no help to me。 I repeated a lot of meaningless superlatives to myself； and I found words inadequate and superfluous。 The spectacle was too elusive and too great。 It was life and death； heaven and hell。
I tried to call up former favorite views of mountain and sea； so as to compare them with this； but the memory pictures refused to come； even with my eyes closed。 Then I returned to camp； with unsettled； troubled mind； and was silent； wondering at the strange feeling burning within me。
Jones talked about our visitor of the night before； and said the trail near where he had slept showed only one cougar track； and that led down into the canyon。 It had surely been made； he thought； by the beast we had heard。 Jones signified his intention of chaining several of the hounds for the next few nights at the head of this trail； so if the cougar came up； they would scent him and let us know。 From which it was evident that to chase a lion bound into the canyon and one bound out were two different things。
The day passed lazily； with all of us resting on the warm； fragrant pine…needle beds； or mending a rent in a coat； or working on some camp task impossible of commission on exciting days。
About four o'clock； I took my little rifle and walked off through the woods in the direction of the carcass where I had seen the gray wolf。 Thinking it best to make a wide detour； so as to face the wind； I circled till I felt the breeze was favorable to my enterprise； and then cautiously approached the hollow were the dead horse lay。 Indian fashion； I slipped from tree to tree； a mode of forest travel not without its fascination and effectiveness； till I reached the height of a knoll beyond which I made sure was my objective point。 On peeping out from behind the last pine； I found I had calculated pretty well； for there was the hollow； the big windfall； with its round； starfish…shaped roots exposed to the bright sun； and near that； the carcass。 Sure enough； pulling hard at it； was the gray…white wolf I recognized as my 〃lofer。〃
But he presented an exceedingly difficult shot。 Backing down the ridge； I ran a little way to come up behind another tree； from which I soon shifted to a fallen pine。 Over this I peeped； to get a splendid view of the wolf。 He had stopped tugging at the horse； and stood with his nose in the air。 Surely he could not have scented me； for the wind was strong from him to me； neither could he have heard my soft footfalls on the pine needles； nevertheless； he was suspicious。 Loth to spoil the picture he made； I risked a chance； and waited。 Besides； though I prided myself on being able to take a fair aim； I had no great hope that I could hit him at such a distance。 Presently he returned to his feeding； but not for long。 Soon he raised his long； fine…pointed head； and trotted away a few yards； stopped to sniff again； then went back to his gruesome work。
At this juncture； I noiselessly projected my rifle barrel over the log。 I had not； however； gotten the sights in line with him； when he trotted away reluctantly； and ascended the knoll on his side of the hollow。 I lost him； and had just begun sourly to call myself a mollycoddle hunter； when he reappeared。 He halted in an open glade； on the very crest of the knoll； and stood still as a statue wolf； a white； inspiriting target； against a dark green background。 I could not stifle a rush of feeling； for I was a lover of the beautiful first； and a hunter secondly； but I steadied down as the front sight moved into the notch through which I saw the black and white of his shoulder。
Spang！ How the little Remington sang！ I watched closely； ready to send five more missiles after the gray beast。 He jumped spasmodically； in a half…curve； high in the air； with loosely hanging head； then dropped in a heap。 I yelled like a boy； ran down the hill； up the other side of the hollow； to find him stretched out dead； a small hole in his shoulder where the bullet had entered； a great one where it had come out。
The job I made of skinning him lacked some hundred degrees the perfection of my shot； but I accomplished it； and returned to camp in triumph。
〃Shore I knowed you'd plunk him；〃 said Jim very much pleased。 〃I shot one the other day same way； when he was feedin' off a dead horse。 Now thet's a fine skin。 Shore you cut through once or twice。 But he's only half lofer； the other half in plain coyote。 Thet accounts fer his feedin' on dead meat。〃
My naturalist host and my scientific friend both remarked somewhat grumpily that I seemed to get the best of all the good things。 I might have retaliated that I certainly had gotten the worst of all the bad jokes； but； being generously happy over my prize； merely remarked： 〃If you want fame or wealth or wolves； go out and hunt for them。〃
Five o'clock supper left a good margin of day； in which my thoughts reverted to the canyon。 I watched the purple shadows stealing out of their caverns and rolling up about the base of the mesas。 Jones came over to where I stood； and I persuaded him to walk with me along the rim wall。 Twilight had stealthily advanced when we reached the Singing Cliffs； and we did not go out upon my promontory； but chose a more comfortable one nearer the wall。
The night breeze had not sprung up yet； so the music of the cliffs was hushed。
〃You cannot accept the theory of erosion to account for this chasm？〃 I asked my companion； referring to a former conversation。
〃I can for this part of it。 But what stumps me is the mountain range three thousand feet high； crossing the desert and the canyon just above where we crossed the river。 How did the river cut through that without the help of a split or earthquake？〃
〃I'll admit that is a poser to me as well as to you。 But I suppose Wallace could explain it as erosion。 He claims this whole western country was once under water； except the tips of the Sierra Nevada mountains。 There came an uplift of the earth's crust； and the great inland sea began to run out； presumably by way of the Colorado。 In so doing it cut out the upper canyon； this gorge eighteen miles wide。 Then came a second uplift； giving the river a much greater impetus toward the sea； which cut out the second； or marble canyon。 Now as to the mountain range crossing the canyon at right angles。 It must have come with the second uplift。 If so； did it dam the river back into another inland sea； and then wear down into that red perpendicular gorge we remember so well？ Or was there a great break in the fold of granite； which let the river continue on its way？ Or was there； at that particular point； a softer stone； like this limestone here； which erodes easily？〃
〃You must ask somebody wiser than I。〃
〃Well； let's not perplex our minds with its origin。 It is； and that's enough for any mind。 Ah！ listen！ Now you will hear my Singing Cliffs。〃
From out of the darkening shadows murmurs rose on the softly rising wind。 This strange music had a depressing influence； but it did not fill the heart with sorrow； only touched it lightly。 And when； with the dying breeze； the song died away； it left the lonely crags lonelier for its death。
The last rosy gleam faded from the tip of Point Sublime； and as if that were a signal； in all the clefts and canyons below； purple； shadowy clouds marshaled their forces and began to sweep upon the battlements； to swing colossal wings into amphitheaters where gods might have warred； slowly to enclose the magical sentinels。 Night intervened； and a moving； changing； silent chaos pulsated under the bright stars。
〃How infinite all this is！ How impossible to understand！〃 I exclaimed。
〃To me it is very simple；〃 replied my comrade。 〃The world is strange。 But this canyonwhy； we can see it all！ I can't make out why people fuss so over it。 I only feel peace。 It's only bold and beautiful； serene and silent。〃
With the words of this quiet old plainsman； my sentimental passion shrank to the true appreciation of the scene。 Self passed out to the recurring； soft strains of cliff song。 I had been reveling in a species of indulgence； imagining I was a great lover of nature； bui