“And such shadows, and such intensity of color.”
“Wonderful!—and all along the ridge, looking down that defile!”
“Yes, and that point where it seems as if you had only to stretch out your hand to pick a manzanita berry from the other side of the canyon, half a mile across!”
“Yes, and that first glimpse of the valley through the Gothic gateway of rocks!”
“And the color of those rocks,—cinnamon and bronze with the light green of the Yerba buena vine splashing over them.”
“Yes, but for color DID you notice that hillside of yellow poppies pouring down into the valley like a golden Niagara?”
“Certainly,—and the perfect clearness of everything.”
“And yet such complete silence and repose!”
“Oh, yes!”
“Ah, yes!”