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~ Pocket Diary Owned by Arthur Morgan - 5 - January 1864.jpg |
Transcription:
As we clambered through the thick timber toward the summit, the mules showed signs of mutiny, so we packed chemicals, cameras and plates on our shoulders and gasped or way up the final two thousand feet to find the most awe-inspiring views.
The exploration had made for happy days. Life was a test of our strength of spirit and ability, traversing creeks, where flumes took the gold-bearing gravel down from the mines and through the sullen darkness of the wastelands around great falls to grand canyons.
In the walls of the canyon, we saw rows of basalt columns arranged in a vertical posture and as regular as if held and set by the hand of art on the sides of the gorge.
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