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gulfed by it!

Near the mouth of Black Canon nestles Toquerville, a
small hamlet in a setting of rich luxuriant greens, blues
and purples, the colorings of teeming verdure, wherein
are sequestered the homes of a prosperous and happy

A few minutes farther and you climb by dugway to
the eastern rim of the Hurricane Fault and behold ! you
are in the valley of the Virgin River, which beckons
you up-stream toward your goal, Zion National Park.

Every side gorge and canon leading into this erratic
waterway appears to be flooded with a hazily-luminous,
semi-tropical atmosphere, as though some mighty, aes-
thetic color-mixer with his gigantic paint-pot were pour-
ing from its huge brim the daintiest, most glamorous
shades ever combined.

From this point of vantage you
may catch the first glimpse of the
ramparts of Zion 25 miles up-
stream. You will see the
western rim etched against a
brilliant sapphire sky in softened
contour as though it were
shouldering off the heavens so
close are they. And then when
you have mounted a low divide
farther along the dugway, both
rims will suddenly break into
view in startling bold, brilliant
relief, as if seen through a rift in

., ,1 - . . . Looking into and upon the

its smother of iridescent haze, ^ f he mn ^ tnrough
and you behold from the Bud,

"The silent caravan that never passes by.
The caravan Tohose camel backs are laden ivilh the iky!"

The one dominating feature in all this magnificent
landscape the one which causes the visitor to marvel at
so striking a figure is the gigantic West Temple.

It is a surprisingly impressive sculpture of erosional
ledge-remnant which has been left in place, defying
the assaults of ages and ages of weather; a magnificent
buttress stabilizing the southermost end of the western
rim at whose feet frets the surging waters of the Virgin
River, evidently saving from destruction the very Gates
of Zion themselves.

Stratum after stratum of red-brown Triassic sand-
stone, piled one above the other in severe regularity,
hewn by those master ucrkmen, wind, water, frost and
sunshine into all kinds of sculptural and architectural
motifs, form this wonderful edifice, attaining the mag-
nificent height of about 1800 feet above the floor of the

canon. The majestic burden-bearing shoulders of this
bulwark spread west and north for a distance of at
least two miles, giving it a staunchness and a perman-
ence of attachment to the great plateau itself, which war-
rants its stability and isolation.

Its eastern face is nearly perpendicular as though it
might have been planned for an impregnable defense by
the master builder himself. Higher up this face tiny
shelving ledges reach back at intervals where erosion
is most easily accomplished, and upon these grow in un-
disturbed quietude, small clusters of pines, firs and
spruces, giving to the great wall a picturesqueness that
is seldom seen. The pile is then surmounted by an
immense Jurassic cap of blood-red sandstone, immedi-
ately underneath which lies a stratum of sugar-white
sandstone producing a contrast of vivid, most striking
beauty. The Jurassic top-stratum reminds you for all
the world of a huge, monastic temple of charming de-
sign and color, the possible abode of the children of the
air, the elves, goblins, pixies and fairies. In this man-
ner is the summit placed forever in that small group of
things much desired but wholly unattainable.

Just across the Virgin River
from the West Temple arises a
great elongated cone of white
sandstone crowning what is
called the East Temple. This is
another colossal structure of ex-
quisite symmetry and delicate
beauty around which the mysti-
cal haziness of the region floats
and flutters in unending ribbons
and streamers of loveliness.

You are now standing within
the Gates of Zion.

You are looking northward
into the very portals of the
sacred Mukuntuweap meaning

abyss of the Grand Canyon
a blinding snowstorm coming
skin Mountains.

"straight canon" to the Utes, Pahutes, Navajos and other
Indian tribes of the great southwest, who for untold
centuries have gathered here to kindle their council
fires as well as to worship the Great Spirit. Yet not
one of these Indians ever spent a night within the
hallowed chambers or between the moon-swept walls.

A vast vestibule of erosion is open before you. From
its floor to the very peak of every pinnacle, minaret,
tower and richly sculptured sky-citadel surmounting it,
all is enveloped in a opalescence of shimmering hues,
from the deepest chocolate to fiery red, glittering white,
mauve, magenta, soft browns, blues, purples, light
greens, varying tints of softest orange permeated at all
hours by brilliant shafts and flashes of the richest sap-
phirethen hastily breaking into shades of purest

(Continued on page 40)

June, 1923



Mexico Welcomes San Francisco Envoys

By E. O. McCormick

BUSINESS contacts established
by Californians on the recent
trade excursion of the San
Francisco Chamber of Commerce to
Mexico afforded proof of the fact that there is great
opportunity for the exchange of commerce between the
people of Mexico and the people of California.

Entering Mexico at Laredo, we made the horseshoe
route, stopping off at Monterey, Saltillo, San Luis Potosi,
Mexico City, Guadalajara, Aguascalientes, Zacatecas,
Torreon and Chihuahua and re-entered the United States
at Juarez.

From the moment we set foot on Mexican soil to the
last moment in the Mexican Republic, hospitality, atten-
tion and kindness were lavished upon us.

At every stop we were met by committees of dis-
tinguished citizens and escorted by brass bands to ap-
petizing feasts. Automobile drives acquainted us with
the advantages of the various cities and frequently
we assembled at the headquarters of the commercial
bodies for serious discussion on mutual trade problems.

Keenly alive to the advantage on both sides of ex-
tending our trade relations, the members of our party
and the Mexican representatives of business whom we
met exchanged ideas and made suggestions for the pur-
pose of cementing the ties of friendship and amity be-
tween the peoples of these two great republics.

y ice-President Southern Pacific Railroad,
Chairman San Francisco Chamber of Com-
merce Trade Excursion to Mexico.


In this picture of the Chamber of Commerce Party, taken on their arrival in San Fran-
cisco, beginning at left on top, are Chester H. Romell, E. O. McCormick, Byron Mauzy,
fudge William H. Langdon, Mrs. E. O. McCormick, Mrs. Lloyd H. Berendsen, D. B.
Hill, George A. Matlern, Mrs. John C. Berendsen, L. P. Boyce, F. W. Turner. Lover
row, John C. Berendsen, Frank Carroll, Jr., Frank Carroll, Sr., F. W. Turner, Jr., P. F.

Of coarse the really important
event of the trip was the reception
given by President Obregon at
Chapultepec Palace to our party at
which time in response to my message as chairman of
the excursion, President Obregon set forth in distinct
and unequivocal terms the friendly attitude of the Mexi-
can people to American citizens and his desire to have
those ties of friendship strengthened in every way.

We have been very favorably impressed with Mexico
and we feel sure that this excursion impressed the
Mexican people most favorably.

We heralded our purpose of entering Mexico with a
message of fellowship. In this spirit we were received.
Our message was to this effect.

"We, Americans, citizens of the United States, are to
visit you, Americans, citizens of our sister Republic of

We are closely bound by traditions to your wonderful
country which possesses a civilization perhaps ante-
dating that of the Pharaohs of Egypt. In natural re-
sources Mexico ranks as one of the greatest countries.
It is aptly termed 'The Paradise of the World.'

As representatives of the Chamber of Commerce, as
representatives of the city of San Francisco, as rep-
resentatives of California, and as citizens of the United
States, we are coming with open minds and with open
hearts to learn and act upon any informa-
tion you would like the world to have.

We are to visit you to get better ac-
quainted personally, and as merchants to
become more familiar with your methods
so that those desiring to buy of Mexico's
products or dispose of California com-
modities, may have better opportunity to
do business, greatly increasing the com-
merce between Mexico and the United
States, particularly California.

Further, we trust we may plant seeds
of good will, to the end that friendship
and amity may always exist between the
two republics. We cherish the hope that
the visit of this little group of California
merchants will redound to the glory and
benefit not only of San Francisco, but of
the entire state of California, and to the
advantage of Mexico."

President Obregon telegraphed us at
Nuevo Laredo assuring the Chamber of
Commerce delegation, numbering one
hundred executives of large business en-
terprises, that we were most cordially
welcome. This telegraphic advice was de-
livered at the border by a consular rep-



June, 1923

E. O. McCormick, Vic e-P resident of
Southern Pacific Company at left; Judge
William H. Langdon and Master F. W.

resentative and
from that time
until we again
reached the
border at Juarez
there was nothing
too good for our

Referring again
to the message we
conveyed at the
Pa 1 a c e luncheon
given by President
O b r e g o n . As
chairman, I said:

"This delegation
is one of average
Americans, and as
such, representa-
tative of the prevailing thought of the people of the
United States. The government of Mexico may be as-
sured that there is nothing in the spirit or designs of
our people toward Mexico that has any program of ag-
gression or which in closer relation, would in the slight-
est degree injure the prestige or the dignity or the
integrity of the Mexican people.

The United States' business life is genuinely anxious
that Mexico shall develop under your leadership a great
republic the equal of any.

Every member of this delegation feels that any move-
ment which will remove in the slightest
degree, animosity or jealousy on either
side will be a contribution to the main-
tenance of the present civilization of the

We recognize in the present wise and
strong administration of Mexico, the best
guarantee for the realization of closer
trade relations mutual respect and
safety of business conduct.

Our present day civilization is based
upon the extension of peaceful commerce
and we believe that Mexico is on the high
road to such stability.

We are here to appeal to you, President
Obregon, to consider a careful analysis
of conditions as to exchange of commodi-
ties. Real friendship can be established
on the basis of the friendly exchange of
goods. If California and Mexico deter-
mine what goods can be sent back and
forth with profit to both, a real cultiva-
tion of friendship will result.

Certain individuals may have thought
of exploitation and not of development.
It is to the interest of both countries

to recognize that this entire continent is an economic
unit therefore every effort should be made along the
line of a spirit of development.

We hope for an exact tariff which will promote ex-
change of commodities. In some cases, it might be a
larger tariff, and in many a reduction, and the proper
determination of this matter has a distinct bearing on .
a closer friendly relation and the exchange of larger
volumes of business. Unfortunately, the tariff arrange-
ments of nations have been largely subject to political
influence. It is our business to find a more intelligent
and scientific method and we are prepared to advocate
such as the policy of the United States Chambers of
Commerce with particular reference to Mexico.

With each of us equal to our opportunities, faithful
to our stewardship, ever watchful of the liberties of our
people, and well equipped to attend the people's needs,
the Republic of Mexico and the United States of
America may go before the world as splendid examples
of a glorious period."

To this expression dealing with friendship and the
exchange of commerce, President Obregon responded as
follows :

"This hospitable and fertile land accords a hearty
welcome to all travelers who, like yourselves, are ac-
tuated by such noble motives, wherefore you offer your
cooperation and ask ours in return, in order to combine
the energy contained in both of these elements and seek,
through a simultaneous and harmonious endeavor, a
mutual good.

(Continued on page 36)


Ta^en aboard the S. S. President Hayes on its arrival home from a most successful
trade excursion promoted by the San Francisco Chamber of Commerce. Beginning at the
left of top ron>, Karl Wolbach, William F. Bolaers, William Fisher. Edwin W. Joy, Philip
S. Teller, Chairmen of the Commission; John E. Beban. Lower ron>, L. R. Cofer, Robert
Cabrera, C. B. Lastreto.

June, 1923



Telepathy Or - What?

By Stella G. Trask

SPEAKING of warnings and pre-
monitions of danger reminds me of
a letter I found in Jack's trunk the other day. I
am Mrs. Jack now and that accounts for my having the
letter besides I wrote it myself. Here is it, and if it
interests you to hear the sequel it will not take long
in the telling :

"Murphy's Perry, June 26, 18 .
Dear Jack:

The letter I posted at Milltown had everything in it except
the one thing I want to tell. But as I sit here beside this
rushing, tumbling river and know that when we have crossed
the Perry, days may elapse before I have a chance to get a
letter to you, I am terrified. Foolish or not foolish I am going
to tell you all about it.

I am afraid to go on with our trip! Ignore it and resist
It as I have tried to do, I cannot rid myself of the feeling that
something dreadful awaits us at the end of our journey.

You asked me why I shivered so the evening before we left
when we were sitting in the bay window in the moonlight. I
felt it then this fear. It closed round me like a chilly mist.
And before me flashed a picture of those dreadful Richardson
murders in the South that I had never even thought of since
reading about them. I could see the mother and daughters
as they lay murdered on the lawn. It was dreadful. But when
you took my hands in yours the fear and the vision vanished.
You said I was keeping something from you. I was, dearest,
and this was it.

But how could I tell you? We had just been speaking of
Uncle John and his connection with the settling of papa's
estate years ago and how he had expressed himself satisfied
since he had no legal claim. And how good of him and Aunt
Mary to want us to come for the summer to their beautiful
home in the high Sierras particularly since mama needed the
change so much. To have mentioned my feelings at that time
would have been absurd and would have cast a damper over
our pleasure by the very association.

Mama and Ruth are enjoying it all so much I feel guilty
to have even told you. But I'll never keep anything from you
again if it's only to hear you tell me I'm your absurd and foolish

The driver is calling has been calling and I'm afraid he'll
be swearing next.

Your loving,


IT may be worth while to state right here that the Hon.
John Harcourt, Assemblyman, and lawyer of prom-
inence in San Francisco, caught up his hat when he
read this letter nearly a week later, looked at his watch,
tore out of his office in a most undignified way, and
succeeded in catching the 3:30 boat which connected
with the Stockton local.

Fortune favored him and us, for we stepped down
from the stage at Copper Camp that he was waiting to
take to Kankee Hill. Words can not express the relief
and joy of that meeting. But I am anticipating my

One other letter, which he did not receive until he

returned to San Francisco, I will give
here, as it explains some of the events
following the posting of the letter at Murphy's Ferry.

"Whiskey Gulch, June 26, 18.
Dear Jack:

The mystery is cleared at last and all that warning
amounted to after all was a real scare when one of the
"wheelers" slipped and fell as we were going down grade on
the other side of the mountain. It was terrifying enough while
it lasted the struggling horse almost under the stage, the
others rearing and plunging, and all on a narrow road on the
edge of a precipice. But we are safe and sound at Whiskey
Gulch, weher we change horses again. It is eleven o'clock and
the wayside inn is one blaze of light. Away stretches the
road we are to take, bright in the moonlight till it disappears
in the darkness of the forest beyond. We are to be the only
passengers from here to the cross-roads, where we meet the
stage for Yankee Hill we and the guard for from the Ferry
we have been traveling with an armed guard, who sits with
the driver with his gun across his knee.
All aboard is called.


IT was past midnight when we met the stage for Yankee
Hill. The moon was high in the heavens, for which
we were devoutly thankful, since for the second time we
were to be the only passengers.

A half hour's ride, past great white boulders which
stood out weirdly in the moonlight mute sentinels of
the Past when the mountain side was torn away in a
frantic search for gold. On past cabins, where the dogs
barked monotonously, until at last we entered the un-
lighted streets of the town and drove up to the Inn,
where we were to stay over night.

The next day we resumed our journey and noonday
found us at Uncle John's. The dear old farm house,
with its wide verandas and low windows opening upon
them with their green blinds, and all under overhang-
ing trees seemed a perfect haven of rest as it came into
view. Uncle John and Aunt Mary were waiting on the
porch and left no doubt in our minds as to the pleasure
our visit brought them.

Dinner was waiting for us. Piles of tender green
corn and wild strawberries, the first of the season, with
thick rich cream, looked inviting. We were enjoying it
all when the outer door opened and the hired man
entered and approached the table. He was a great hulk-
ing red-faced fellow, with a bushy beard and pale blue
furtive eyes.

Aunt Mary introduced him as "Josef," and afterward
told us he was an educated Hungarian who had been with
them for many years and seldom left the place.

He took his seat. As far as I was concerned con-
versation lagged, for never had I felt such a sense of
repulsion as I experienced at sight of him. It may have
been his uncouth appearance or the sight of his hairy
arms and chest, but I found myself wondering if we



June, 1923

would have to see him at every meal.
Ruth and Uncle and all the rest kept
up a lively conversation. He ate in
sullen silence, when he was not staring
at me. When he had finished he abrupt-
ly left the table. Aunt Mary explained
that they treated him as one of the
family because he was so devoted to
Uncle John's interests.

She said, moreover, that he was almost
a fanatic on the subject of spiritualism
which increased my dislike for him, as
I detest the very name. She said he
claimed to have visions, and she related
an amusing incident of the summer pre-
vious when a young lady was visiting
them. He fell desperately in love with
her, and declared he had a vision of her
in a beautiful palace as the princess and
he the prince. He told them it was a
sign that he was to marry her, much to
the young lady's annoyance but greatly
to the amusement of everybody else.

"Well, it would be interesting to know
what vision he has of me," I said to
myself, "that 'occasioned the baleful
gleam in his eyes as he left the table."

I tried to dismiss the thought of him
in the few days which followed. It was
not an easy matter as I seemed to meet
him everywhere.

If I went to the well to get a drink,
he would appear at my side, and where
he came from I never could tell. Such
a delightful old well, too! with a stone
curbing and iron-bound buckets. I loved
to draw the water from it myself just
to hear the splash and the creaking of
the wheel as I drew it up. And then the
water! cool and sparkling in the drip-
ping bucket.

One day I was about to take a drink,
when something made me turn and I
looked into the hot red face of Josef.
I jumped and dropped the dipper. He
muttered something about coming to
draw the water for me, and without wait-
ing for my reply, shambled off down the
hill. It took me a few minutes to recover
my equanimity, and, in spite of myself,
the circumstance recalled to my mind the
first real tragedy I ever heard of as a
child, when the wife of a well-to-do
rancher was found at the bottom of a
well, supposed to have been thrown there
by a tramp, though no one ever knew.
The remembrance of this tragedy fright-
ened me, and I avoided the well, drink-
ing the water brought into the house.

If I went into the storeroom to get
some fruit, he would appear at the door.
If I went down to the cherry trees, he
showed up there. If I sat on the veranda,
I was sure to see him lying in the grass.

Not at any time can I remember that

he ever said a word to me except to
mumble some excuse.

I was annoyed with myself for noticing
it. I could not bring myself to call
Ruth's or Mama's attention to it. Some-
how we did not seem to see so much of
each other. Mama was with Aunt Mary
a great deal, Ruth was riding with Uncle
John ever day, and I was getting thor-
oughly rested before unpacking my
sketching traps.

/-i-HEY never were unpacked; Sunday
J. evening, nearly a week after our
arrival, we were all sitting on the ver-
anda, Uncle in his easy chair, Ruth in the
hammock, Mama and Aunt Mary in com-
fortable rockers, and I on the steps.

Somehow the talk drifted on to the
settling up of Papa's estate. There had
been some business and some disappoint-
ment on Uncle's part in relation to
money. He seemed averse to talking
about it and I fancied he felt somewhat
resentful, but whether toward Papa or
the lawyers or us I could not tell, for
just then all further conversation was
interrupted by the arival of Cousin Maud
and her husband, who drove up to the
gate. I managed to say hurriedly as I
started to meet them, "I want to under-
stand all about it, Uncle."

He answered, "That's all right, little
girl, it doesn't concern you and was set-
tled a long time ago." With that I
hurried down the steps, and as I did so
I caught sight of Josef lying on his face
in the grass. He raised his head and
looked at me with eyes that blazed like
fire. If ever murderous hatred gleamed
from human eyes, I saw it then! I re-
coiled as if I had seen a snake, and
trembled from head to foot.

When I returned with Maud and Al-
fred, Josef was gone. A pleasant even-
ing soon dispelled the terrified feeling.

Late that same night, when everybody
had retired and Mama was asleep in the
room adjoining our, Ruth and I sat in
our room talking. We were both puzzled
and were wondering why Uncle John
should have expected anything from the
estate, when suddenly Ruth caught me
by the arm and with white lips
whispered, "Helen, what is that odor
coming in at the window?" The window
was wide open, but the green blinds were
closed, and we sat exactly opposite it. I
answered calmly, though my heart stood
still. "Why, that is mint, Ruth, isn't it?"
She gripped my arm tighter and
whispered, "Yes! and it only grows In
front of Josef's house!"

We looked into each other's eyes and
I knew that what I had noticed she had
seen also, and what I feared she feared.
With our arms around each other we
gazed at the window unable to stir or
speak. The odor grew fainter, and, re-

covering, I drew her through the door
into the darkness of Mama's room. In
hurried whispers we talked with no hesi-
tation now. From the first day Ruth had
been uneasy but feared to worry me.
Like a flash the meaning of it all now
came to us both. We were in the power
of an insane fanatic, who, no doubt,
guided by a "vision" and with a mis-
guided sense of devotion to Uncle John,
meant to remove the only obstacle which
he thought stood between Uncle and

Should we wake Mama? "Yes," said
I, "she shall have a chance to fight for
her life, at least!" We did so, and
Mama was not surprised at what we told
her. For a few moments I was frantic.

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