... A few miles beyond, near Shady Run, there
suddenly opens on the gaze of the expectant traveler, just before
the sunlight has quite disappeared, and the evening shades come
on, the vision of
The Great American Cañon,--by far the finest
cañon of the entire Pacific Railroad. The suddeness of
approach, and the grandeur of scene are so overpowering, that
no pen, picture of language can give it adequate description.
Two thousand feet below, flow the quiet waters of the American
River. Westward is seen the chasm, where height and peak and summit
hang loftily over the little vale. ...