Clarence Edward Dutton & the West
Oct 3, 2024 13:40:52 GMT -5
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Post by 1dave on Oct 3, 2024 13:40:52 GMT -5
John Wesley Powell!
pubs.usgs.gov/unnumbered/70039240/report.pdf
In his second expedition (1871–1875) he was much better prepared, had supplies stashed along the way and had major geologists with him. A.H. Thompson was 2nd in command, married to John's sister, Ellen Louella (Nellie) Powell (1840–1909). He was instrumental in later helped start the National Geographic Society (NGS).
G. K. Gilbert Who was interested in Streams, Timber Lands, and Farm lands,
And C. E. Dutton, a Geologist, Artist, with the heart of a poet. he wrote:
archive.org/details/physicalgeology00Dutt/page/11/mode/2up
Down load it for a great read and glimpse into SEEING the early west!
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"In every desert the watering places are memorable, and this one is no exception. It is a weird spot. Around it are the desolate Phlegnean fields, where jagged masses of black lava still protrude through rusty, decaying cinders. Patches of soil, thin and coarse, sustain groves of cedar and pinon. Beyond and above are groups of cones, looking as if they might at any day break forth in renewed eruption, and over all rises the tabular mass of Mount Trumbull. Upon its summit are seen
the yellow pines (P. ponderosa), betokening a cooler and a moister clime. The pool itself might well be deemed the abode of witches. A channel half-a-dozen yards deep and twice as wide, has been scoured in the basalt by spasmodic streams, which run during the vernal rains.
Such a stream cascading into it has worn out of the solid lava a pool twenty feet long, nearly as wide, and live or six feet deep. Every flood fills it with water, which is good enough when recent, but horrible when old. Here, then, we camp for the night."
"CHAPTER VII.
POINT SUBLIME.
Wherever we reach the Grand Canon in the Kaibab it bursts upon (he vision in a moment. Seldom is any warning given that we are near the brink. At the Toroweap it is quite otherwise. There we are notified that we are near it a day before we reach it. As the final march to that portion of the chasm is made the scene gradually develops, growing by insensible degrees more grand until at last we stand upon the brink of the inner gorge, where all is before us. In the Kaibab the forest reaches to the sharp edge of the cliff and the pine trees shed their cones into the fathomless depths below."
Looking East.
Looking West.
pubs.usgs.gov/unnumbered/70039240/report.pdf
In his second expedition (1871–1875) he was much better prepared, had supplies stashed along the way and had major geologists with him. A.H. Thompson was 2nd in command, married to John's sister, Ellen Louella (Nellie) Powell (1840–1909). He was instrumental in later helped start the National Geographic Society (NGS).
G. K. Gilbert Who was interested in Streams, Timber Lands, and Farm lands,
And C. E. Dutton, a Geologist, Artist, with the heart of a poet. he wrote:
archive.org/details/physicalgeology00Dutt/page/11/mode/2up
Down load it for a great read and glimpse into SEEING the early west!
"In every desert the watering places are memorable, and this one is no exception. It is a weird spot. Around it are the desolate Phlegnean fields, where jagged masses of black lava still protrude through rusty, decaying cinders. Patches of soil, thin and coarse, sustain groves of cedar and pinon. Beyond and above are groups of cones, looking as if they might at any day break forth in renewed eruption, and over all rises the tabular mass of Mount Trumbull. Upon its summit are seen
the yellow pines (P. ponderosa), betokening a cooler and a moister clime. The pool itself might well be deemed the abode of witches. A channel half-a-dozen yards deep and twice as wide, has been scoured in the basalt by spasmodic streams, which run during the vernal rains.
Such a stream cascading into it has worn out of the solid lava a pool twenty feet long, nearly as wide, and live or six feet deep. Every flood fills it with water, which is good enough when recent, but horrible when old. Here, then, we camp for the night."
"CHAPTER VII.
POINT SUBLIME.
Wherever we reach the Grand Canon in the Kaibab it bursts upon (he vision in a moment. Seldom is any warning given that we are near the brink. At the Toroweap it is quite otherwise. There we are notified that we are near it a day before we reach it. As the final march to that portion of the chasm is made the scene gradually develops, growing by insensible degrees more grand until at last we stand upon the brink of the inner gorge, where all is before us. In the Kaibab the forest reaches to the sharp edge of the cliff and the pine trees shed their cones into the fathomless depths below."
Looking East.
Looking West.
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