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Clifton is a big, noisy, booming, banging, slamming, mining town strung along the bottom & side niches of the Frisco canyon for several miles. The mine mills & works are enormous & fill the canyon with a horrid din & vile sulphorous odors & pour down floods of thick grey, poisonous mud into the river. But for the town & mines the canyon would be rugged & wild & picturesque, with steep walls & huge cliffs, numberless caves & caverns & beautiful spots of green & shade in the bottom. The hills are eaten bare by the the few burrows of prospectors, but they probably never yielded much grass. I climbed about 500 or 600 feet up just back of town & on the north slope found only Garryia as a suggestion of Upper Sonoran. The south slopes are pure Lower Sonoran to the top, but back 10 or 20 miles to the north I can see what seem to be yellow pines on the peaks.

Transcription Notes:
Garryia = Garrya?