Canada -- Description and travel; United States -- Description and travel
The Coast range of the Rockies is still beyond us, the fourth and last
ridge of these wonderful mountains, through which the Canadian Pacific
makes its way by going down the remarkable canyons of Thompson and
Fraser Rivers for nearly three hundred miles. At the junction of the
two forks of the Thompson is the town of Kamloops, its Indian name
meaning "the confluence." It is in a good ranching district, and like
all the settlements in British Columbia has quite an elaborate
"China-town." Beyond Kamloops the Thompson canyon is entered, a
desolate gorge almost without vegetation, through which a rapid
torrent rushes, the high steep shores being composed of a rotten rock
which water and frost have moulded into strange and fantastic shapes,
while the stream constantly burrows more deeply into it. The
mud-colored banks are thus carved into massive turrets, cones and
pyramids, with groups of impressive columns standing on high, having
colossal ranks of ghostly statues looking down from above. In one
place a grand semicircular group of cowled and hooded monks with their
backs to the river are kneeling apparently around a gigantic altar.
Almost every conceivable form has been wrought by the running waters
on these precipitous bluffs. Not a tree is seen, and all seems bleak
desolation. At the Black Canyon the scene is mournfully terrific, the
walls composed of an almost black sand, wherein the whirling river
rapids have scooped out immense amphitheatres mounting almost
perpendicularly for a thousand feet. Then a change comes, the steep
and barren walls developing varieties of color, being streaked with
creamy white, red, purple, yellow, maroon, dark brown and black in
richest form, as the waters have run the different hued soils over
them from top to bottom, the rushing river below being a bright
emerald. It is a picture of parti-colored desolation, the gaudy hues
and strange forms of these precipitous cliffs being the gorgeous
exhibition of a most beautiful desert. This remarkable canyon is
followed nearly a hundred miles until the Thompson flows into the
Fraser River.
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