Then away we go again — for it makes
one restless, this mighty thing of trans-
cendant beauty — and after many miles
reach a towering promontory aroimd
which the river makes a great curve as it
emerges from the Marble Canyon and
sweeps into the vast chambered space
below. This is the vantage-ground, lo-
cally known as Greenland Point, infre-
quently visited by parties of the nearest
Mormon villagers for a view of the Grand
Canyon. Two projecting cliffs upon this
point, known to the geologists as Cape
Royal and Cape Final, loom up across
the Canyon from Grandview.
When Major Powell and his men came
floating down the river they seemed a
little remorseful for the mood in which
the Dirty Devil had been named, and as




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Battlements of the Canyon's Rim.
As seen from the Colorado River,



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they reached the mouth of a side canyon
a few miles below our Greenland Point,
whence issues a sparkling brook, they
were inspired to call it the Bright Angel.
The new hotel, El Tovar, at the terminus
of the raikoad, looks up this winding
gorge from the southern rim of the Grand
Canyon, a dozen miles away.
It was at a little spring close under
the edge of the summit ledges in which
this happily christened streamlet finds its
source that we lingered longest in camp,
loath to relinguish the shelter of the noble
forest and lose the glimpses of wonderland
down through the corridor of cliffs and
towers which the Bright Angel has fash-
ioned in its mad rush to the bosom of the
Colorado.
