endered
more striking by the dazzling whiteness of Pike's Peak, which soars
upward in the distance, a hoary sentinel of the skies. The whole picture
is limned against the brilliant blue of the Colorado sky, and stands out
sharp and clear, one vivid block of color distinctly defined against the
other.

The name "Garden of the Gods" was doubtless applied because of the
peculiar shape of the spires, needles, and basilicas of rock that rise
in every direction. These have been corroded by storms and worn smooth
by time, until they present the appearance of half-baked images of clay
molded by human hands, instead of sandstone rocks fashioned by wind and
weather. Each grotesque and fantastic shape has received a name. One
is here introduced to the "Washerwoman," the "Lady of the Garden," the
"Siamese Twins," and the "Ute God," and besides these may be seen
the "Wreck," the "Baggage Room," the "Eagle," and the "Mushroom." The
predominating tone is everywhere red, but black, brown, drab, white,
yellow, buff, and pink rocks add their quota to make up a harmonious and
striking color scheme, to which the gray and green of clinging mosses
add a final touch of picturesqueness.

At Flagstaff, Arizona, the train was discarded for the saddle and the
buckboard. And now Will felt himself quite in his element; it was a
never-failing pleasure to him to guide a large party of guests over
plain and mountain. From long experience he knew how to make ample
provision for their comfort. There were a number of wagons filled with
supplies, three buckboards, three ambulances, and a drove of ponies.
Those who wished to ride horseback could do so; if they grew tired of
a bucking broncho, opportunity for rest awaited them in ambulance or
buckboard. The French chef found his occupation gone when it was a
question of cooking over a camp-fire; so he spent his time picking
himself up when dislodged by his broncho. The daintiness of his menu was
not a correct gauge for the daintiness of his language on these numerous
occasions.

Through the Grand Canon of the Colorado Will led the party, and the
dwellers of the Old World beheld some of the rugged magnificence of
the New. Across rushing rivers, through quiet valleys, and over lofty
mountains they proceeded, pausing on the borders of peaceful lakes, or
looking over dizzy precipices into yawning chasms.

There was no lack of game to furnish variety to their table; mountain
sheep, mountain lions, wildcats,