Dabney Herndon Maury, Recollections of a Virginian in the Mexican… (1894)
“ The morning we first entered it, Baldy Smith and I rode together, and noted with delight how the morning sunshine touched the tops of those high cliffs, and bathed them in innumerable tints of crimson and violet and gold. We used to believe when we visited the Dusseldorf Gallery, and noted the landscapes hanging there, that such coloring was the invention of the painter; but no painter yet has ever equaled nature, and in the Wild Rose Pass she has spread her most beautiful colors. ”
