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Text for Page 150 [10-03-1853]

              Crossing Echo River from the arch to the end you pass over 600 yards
space.    The Eyeless fish are caught here, eyeless crawfish also.  Some of the
former I saw at the New York Crystal Palace; they are white, about five
inches in length, sans all wrinkle or intimation of sight, as may well be; a 
generation of fish succeeding generation in these rayless caverns.  That there�s unknown
cavernous communication, larger than crevices and dripping places, with Green River
is also made manifest by the fact that these eyeless fish have been caught in
the river.     But to our journey.  Landing on the other side of Echo River,
we pass through a dank filthy region, rendered so by the recent rising of the
waters.   The rocks over which we progressed were all coated with dank mud;
it covered the jagged side walls, the ledges, and holes; all seemed mud in
intermediate progress towards becoming rock.   Silliman�s long Avenue, over a
mile in length, (and so called after the Professor of that name;) follows Clay�s
Cave, in which are the rivers.   �Twas at first monotonous and filthy.   A Cascade
dimly seen to the right, rushing down with angry roar indicated Cascade Hall.
Wellington�s Gallery and the Infernal Regions follow.    And about here, 
on huge mud covered slabs of rock, chaotically piled on every side, we ate
a hearty dinner; picking chicken-limbs with great content and demolishing cold
pies.    With lightened spirits and heavier stomachs, onwards we then sped.
Through, or by, Stephens Galleries; noticing the Valley way, a winding
side cut turning off to the right, and again joining the Gallery, to Ole
Bull�s Concert hall; where that Ingenious Norwegian did, it is said, once draw
forth inspiriting strains from his inspired cat-gut.   On the left we spy a
great rock-mass fancifully shapen like to the Stern of a vessel, the Great
Western, as �tis called.      Another, adjacent, though smaller, whimsically like
a Sitting Rabbit.       Hereabouts ends Sillimans Avenue, and the Pass
of El Ghor commences.     In part of this the path serpentines beside a
wildly piled mass of Titanic fragments of rock which have fallen from above,
a Stonehenge thrown down about the ears of the Troglodytes.   One place               
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