During the forenoon he came from the hotel to the porch and for a time stood looking far away over the canyon.
Aroused to sympathy by the loneliness of this silent person, Uncle John left his chair and stood beside him at the railing.
"It's a wonderful sight, sir," he remarked in his brisk, sociable way; "wonderful indeed!" For a moment there was no reply.
"It seems to call one," said the man at length, as if to himself.

"It calls one." "It's a wonder to me it doesn't call more people to see it," observed Mr.Merrick, cheerfully.

"Think of this magnificent thing--greater and grander than anything the Old World can show, being here right in the heart of America, almost--and so few rush to see it! Why, in time to come, sir," he added enthusiastically, "not to have seen the Grand Canyon of Arizona will be an admission of inferiority.

It's--it's the biggest thing in all the world!" The stranger made no reply.

He had not even glanced at Uncle John.