Upwards of ten years ago I sat on the south rim of the Grand Canyon and wrote In and Around the Grand Canyon. In that book I included much that more than a decade of wandering up and down the trails of this great abyss had taught me. At that time the only accommodations for isightseers were stage lines or private conveyance from Flagstaff and Ash Fork, and, on arrival at the Canyon, the crude hotel-camps at Hance's, Grand View, Bright Angel, and Bass's. The railway north from Williams was being built. Everything was crude and primitive.