Well, it is what it is. We read this for our Pub Book Club. I didn't know, until the discussion, that it was published in 1912. Although the writing style is clunky, it doesn't read like a book over 100 years old.
Writing style aside, it's an interesting story, and I must say that I enjoyed reading it, especially towards the end. But I began to hate the adjective-ridden descriptions of canyons. Hats off to the author for managing to find a thousand different ways of describing, what must have been, almost identical pieces of scenery.
Sort of recommended as a beach read, perhaps.