k with excitement, her
eyes full of light and exhilaration.

"Oh dear! we are beginning to go down," she cried, watching one of the
beautiful peaks of the Sangre de Cristos as it dipped out of sight. "I
think I could find it in my heart to cry, if it were not that to-morrow
we are coming up again."

So down, down, down they went. Dusk slowly gathered about them; and the
white-gloved butler set the little tables, and brought in broiled chicken
and grilled salmon and salad and hot rolls and peaches, and they were all
very hungry. And Clover did not cry, but fell to work on her supper with
an excellent appetite, quite unconscious that they were speeding through
another wonderful gorge without seeing one of its beauties. Then the car
was detached from the train; and when she awoke next morning they were at
the little station called Cimmaro, at the head of the famous Black Canyon,
with three hours to spare before the train from Utah should arrive to take
them back to St. Helen's.

Early as it was, the small settlement was awake. Lights glanced from the
eating-house, where cooks were preparing breakfast for the "through"
passengers, and smokes curled from the chimneys. Close to the car was a
large brick structure which seemed to be a sort of hotel for locomotives.
A number of the enormous creatures had evidently passed the night there,
and just waked up. Clover now watched their antics with great amusement
from her window as their engineers ran them in and out, rubbed them down
like horses, and fed them with oil and coal, while they snorted and backed
and sidled a good deal as real horses do. Clover could not at all
understand what all these manoeuvres were for,--they seemed only designed
to show the paces of the iron steeds, and what they were good for.

"Miss Clover," whispered a voice outside her curtains, "I've got hold of a
hand-car and a couple of men; and don't you want to take a spin down the
canyon and see the view with no smoke to spoil it? Just you and me and
Miss Chase. She says she'll go if you will. Hurry, and don't make a noise.
We won't wake the others."

Of course Clover wanted to. She finished her dressing at top-speed,
hurried on her hat and jacket, stole softly out to where the others
awaited her, and in five minutes they were smoothly running down the
gorge, over high trestle-work bridges and round sharp curves which made
her draw her breath a little faster. There was no danger, the men who
managed t