Nebraska advertiser., 1858-08-12
Miscellaneous.
Prairie Musings.

RE. pity you who have nothing but
the eternal hills to gaze upon; no grand
rolling prairies extending as far as the
eye can reach until they touch the
horizons rim. They are now clothed
with an emerald robe, the long grasses
waving and keeping time with every gen.
tie breeze; dotted over with flowers of
every hue with here and there a dwell
! ling house to disturb the monOtony of the
scene; interspersed with numerous springs
over whose crystal waters the goddess of
health presides, and in whose silver stream
a solitary cottonwood often draws its
nourishment. 4 view Of the prririe from
one of natures mounds upheaved by the
hand Of Him who speaks, and it is
done" D." is beautiful, is enchanting. No
artist could excel with gifted pencil or
brush, the beauties spread out before us.
Underneath our feet lies a Gorgeous carpet,
woven by skiIIfuI hands without money
or without price" A silver stream,
skirted on either side with the dark,
green foliage of the forest arrests out at
tention for a moment as it glides through
the prairie with its gentle flow, to pay
its tribute to the Missouri river. Far
away on one side lies the hills Of the bluffs
in graceful outline against the ETHEREAL
blue. In the distance we behold the far
famed and opuIant city of London. We
look in vain for its splendid edifces, its
lofty dones and glittering spires. In vain
we listen with wrapt attention to catch the
sound Of the distant bell. Alas! its
glory has departed. One broad expanse
of undulating prairie meets our vision on
every hand, over-arched with the draperv
Of the heavens, a dome, whose Maker
and builder IS God" The beautiful tin
ted flowers at our feet, with their petals
spread to catch the sunbeams: the cattle
on a thousand hills; waving fields of grain;
homes made beautiful by the hands of
taste and skill; the humble cabin in
which contentment folds its wings, all
lend enchantment to the scene. Willis.
gazing on such scene as this, surely No
one could find it in his heart to say "there
IS no God, - or fail TO recognize the foot
prints Of Divine Being stamped on all
of natures lineaments. More appropriate
would be the words of the Psalmist.-
How manifold are thy works, o Lord;
in wisdom hast thou made them all" A
moonlight scene on the prairie is splendid
The stars always seemed to me more bril-.
liant here-the consultations easier trac.
ed. When night comes TO US clothed il
her feslal garments, Illuminated with mvr
lads Of burning, shining lamps, crowned
with the glory Of the full moon, wha
lover of the beautiful in nature could wiSl
for a more splendid scene TO feast hi
eyes on than the panorama which night,
curtains US When the food gates O
heaven are opened, and the storm kin!
emptics on US the walls of his wrath. w
-, are witnesses Of the power Of Cod dis
played in terrific grandeur, The sun with
draws his brightness; the vault of heave
Is covered with pile upon pile of cloud
in their mourning garbs, every one hear
a trumpet voice, which to the timid sound
like 4 deach-knell. We have no helv
forests here to break the fury of tn
storm, no giant tree to tempt the wrat
Of the fiery bolt. With uncovered head
we stand in awe in the presence Of Hi
=. whose voice is heard in the thunder:
peal; "who Iides upon the storm" ~
! ter the storm has subSided, and all na
ture looks gay, how gracefully the bo'
Of promise, composed Of the seven pr
mary colors, Compasseth the heavens an
rests its arch on the distant prairie
memorial Of the covenant made betwee
God and Noah Never to destroy Ii
- earth again by flood, or let the the Sc
surpass its bounds" What great induce
ments such a country as this Oh which h
- horn OF plenty has been empted, prr
sents to the pioneer who has been cor
PEELED by hard times to forsake the hon
of ease and opulence to build for himse
rs rs a new home On the frontiers. The scel
We cry here Is beautiful; the climate hea
thy; the soil is rich, fertile and easy
n cultivation. Along the margin Of Il
water-courses are our timber ground
, No very stately trees rear their gia
D heads in silent grandeur. Still we ha,
nc timber enough to be thankful FOR, consi
n Us ering He who "doeth all things vel
has provided for cur use a substitute
the bosom of the earth. Our coal min
viii supply the deficiency. Wild fri
grows here in rank profusion, without t
aid of cultivation. Beautiful and thri