“Fancy, then, this red-hot ball of metal, heated to almost a molten state by the velocity it had attained in being hurled through a million miles of space, and being attracted by force of gravitation to our pleasant little planet!
“On our ride from Meteorite Mountain we collected different pieces of the particles of Meteoric rock which can be found strewn over the surrounding area for many miles around. But none of these metallic pieces had life enough to attract a needle.
“One gentleman whom we met in Cañon Diablo told us there were diamonds to be found hidden in the small meteorites. Dear friends in Elmertown, your girl scouts may yet succeed in placing their native place on the map and have it a head-liner in the great metropolitan daily papers, for we have collected so many meteorites that it is possible, nay it is probable, that we shall find diamonds in our samples.”
In another issue of the paper Julie had an article on Cañon Diablo which they visited the day after going to Meteorite Mountain.
“Although we could have glimpsed the Cañon Diablo from the train which crosses this chasm on a threadlike steel bridge two hundred and fifty feet high, we had decided to trail to Flagstaff in order to see everything on the way, to say nothing of glorying in the air and the omnipresent coloring of sky and land in this marvelous section of America.
“Cañon Diablo is a unique result of volcanic eruption. It is a narrow chasm not much wider than six hundred feet, but it is several miles long, and from two to three hundred feet deep. Picture to yourself a jagged, awe-inspiring cleft in our earth which, from the peculiar coloring of the rocky walls, looks as if a perpetual fire burned there. Even the atmosphere causes one to fancy that there must be smoke rising from this scene of Satan’s camp fire.”
There was so much to be seen in every direction all along this wonder route of New Mexico and Arizona that the scouts felt as if a year would be all too short a time in which to visit the places they yearned to see. As for two months! Well, that was only a taste of the delights in touring this land.
For instance, while crossing the Painted Desert Lo had said: “Boss, you tek fren’s to see Cañon de Chelly sure! I show you dere our Navajo Fort, and fines’ Cañon scenery in worl’.”
But the tempting offer had to be refused for lack of time. Thinking that the halting manner in which the refusal was made might be overcome, Lo added: “You see Monument Cañon, the famous Rainbow Bridge, and the Cañon del Muerto where mummy caves are viseeted. Mebbe you buy wonder blankets mek by Navajo up Cañon Chelly, eh?”
Again at Ream’s Cañon, the trader had advised the scouts to be sure to trail up to Tuba city.