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[[start page]] (23) Last night, the light of the moon woke me about 3 o clock. I got up & went outside the tent, as I tho't the scene must be fine. I was not mistaken. The weird effect of the moonlight was to heighten the gloom of the great canon and at the same time to give its northern walls a picturesque beauty that no other light could give. The shadows were deep and the salient angles bathed in the soft silvery light made each separate cliff a study by itself. The walls appeared twice as high as by daylight and almost seemed to touch the stars on the eastern side. It was a sight that only an artist could picture out before you. My few feeble words cannot half express what little I could see. Down at the foot of the great [[end page]]