The mouth of Diamond Creek Canyon was covered with a growth of large mesquite trees.  Cattle trails wound through this thorny thicket down to the river’s edge.  The trees thinned out a short distance back, and the canyon widened as it receded from the river.  A half mile back from the river was the old slab building that had served as headquarters for the campers.  Here the canyon divided, one containing the small stream heading in the high walls to the southeast; while the other branch ran directly south, heading near the railroad at the little flag-station of Peach Springs, twenty-three miles distant.  It was flat-bottomed, growing wider and more valley-like with every mile, but not especially interesting to one who had seen the glory of all the canyons.  Floods had spoiled what had once been a very passable stage road, dropping 4000 feet in twenty miles, down to the very depths of the Grand Canyon.  Some cattle, driven down by the snows, were sunning themselves near the building.  Our appearance filled them with alarm, and they “high tailed it” to use a cattle man’s expression, scampering up the rocky slopes.

A deer’s track was seen in a snow-drift away from the river.  On the sloping walls in the more open sections of this valley grew the stubby-thorned chaparral.  The hackberry and the first specimens of the palo verde were found in this vicinity.  The mesquite trees seen at the mouth of the canyon were real trees—­about the size of a large apple tree—­not the small bushes we had seen at the Little Colorado.  All the growth was changing as we neared the lower altitudes and the mouth of the Grand Canyon, being that of the hot desert, which had found this artery or avenue leading to the heart of the rocky plateaus and had pushed its way into this foreign land.

Even the animal life of the desert has followed this same road.  Occasional Gila monsters, which are supposed to belong to the hot desert close to the Mexico line, have been found at Diamond Creek, and lizards of the Mojave Desert have been seen as far north as the foot of Bright Angel Trail.

But we saw little animal life at this time.  There were occasional otters disporting themselves near our boats, in one instance unafraid, in another raising a gray-bearded head near our boat with a startled look in his eyes.  Then he turned and began to swim on the surface until our laughter caused him to dive.  Tracks of the civet-cat or the ring-tailed cat—­that large-eyed and large-eared animal, somewhat like a raccoon and much resembling a weasel—­were often seen along the shores.  The gray fox, the wild-cat, and the coyote, all natives of this land, kept to the higher pinon-covered hills.  The beaver seldom penetrates into the deep canyons because of the lack of vegetation, but is found in all sections in the open country from the headwaters to the delta in Mexico.