The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1871-07-07
A WEEKS PLEAsURING.

1t is quite true that half the world
knows very little, or nothing, of what
the other half is doing, and extremely
sad, always, to feel it cares not. By ma
ture, we crave the sympathy of every
living thing. Although, anomalous as
it may seem, we scarcely extend our
own beyond the narrow circle of which
self is the absorbing center, our own
joys and enjoyments we would have
ripple upon, and touch every heart, as
the tiny wave, widening infinitely
and ever, ripples upon and touches ev-
cry shore. We would have each pebble,
each bit of weed or plant on the sun
hot, sand-hot beach, laved, freshened,
touched to its liveliest coloring-helped
into new life by the same influences that
help us. We would have it so, but may
not. None will be lifted as VIC would
lift them-even we ourselves will not
be gladdened by another's pleasure
The great tidal waves of emotion, strong
and mighty to raise and bear all on this
human sea, if given scope, rise and fall
and come to naught in narrow bounds.
Wherefore the calmness and GOODNESS of
mankind, and the dead apathy that at
times almost maddens us?
But, now and then, hope and the heart,
seeming to forget experience, or wish
ing to prove it lie, some humanity
loving ones, speak out in the fullness of
their enthusiasm, perchance that they
may throw CLEAN of sunshine athwart
the cold face of the world. Folly of
folliesI But even so is il with us now.
Upon the mercy of this same cynical,
satirical world, trusting yet with the
blind, unweened trust of human nature,
are we about to cast ourselves, entreat-
ing it but once to unlock ear and heart,
listen and be put in the way of great
cheer.
The sine qua non of human happiness
is camping excursion in the half-maid-
en-, half-matrOn month of June. The
earth is then in the perfectness Of its
glory-the hot suns and sultry winds of
July have not parched and Drowned the
heritage, and fitful May fingers near
enough to surprise and sprinkle you
with her laughing tears. OF course, the
trip must be westward-up the smiling
valley of the Cottonwood, say-and it
is in the eternal fitness of things that
we start Tuesday morning. Not very
early, truly, for there is much prepara-
tory work to do, and much running in
hot haste to and fro. Finally, every
thing is ready and waiting to be packed.
Bedding, buffalo robes, blankets, buck
cts, baskets, boxes, provender for man
and beast, shawls, water-proofs, great
coats and small, guns, revolvers, and
one trunk!! Where, where, in the
name of the sun, moon and stars, is this
mixed and mountainous heap to be put
Necessity being still the mother of in
vention, and zeal, in this case, the father.
the work is done. A place for every
thing and everything in its place-ex-
cept that trunk! It will fit nowhere
under no seat, in no corner. 1t is in
everybody's way at once and always
Be advised, we who are planning excur-
sions, and, if you have temper you
would keep, take not a trunk.
1t may not be super6uous to mention
that the party consists of eight two
riding in an open spring wagon which
holds the provisions and camp parapher-
MALTA, and the others in large vehicle
covered and comfortable. All hearts
are light, all eyes sparkling, all tongues
busy, as we drove out of town. There
is to be new experience-just what is
not known, and q vague sense of com.
ing delight Ellis all with unwonted vi
vacity, and seemingly intoxicates. In
the newness and mystery of what lies
before is pleasing charm. A feeling
of great freedom lifts you up and holds
you midway between Heaven anG
earth. The world this day has clothed
itself anew for you-the prairies were
never SO green before-the grain 81
golden-air so life-lending-the sky 81
rippled and seudded over by airy clouds
It is without regret, or any sense o
loneliness, that we look back from th'
many graceful fluctuations, upon thu
receding town. Fair and queenly, shin
ing in fine contrast against the darl
green of mother earth, sits the cit,
where we have left all the cares ani
worries of life. So restful and peace
full, so white and pure it appears in thu
distance, that almost forgotten is tn,
strife, the human want and passion ant
suffering it hedges in.
: We halt for our incoming, under tree
that line a sturdy brook. Part devot
themselves to the care and comfort O
the horses, while others spread the robe
: in shady spots and lay out the lunch
Wagons drawn up, and hung and GOV
cred with the odds and ends of camp
ing life-bright-hued blankets lynn
: carelessly around-horses browsing
near, contentedly - the picturesqu
: camp of another party, close by, breeze
rustling in the branches oyerhead-ws
! ter murmuring at our feet-a merry
l though now silently busy, company
3 gathering round the grass-laid board
g surely this is q pleasant dream, or th
chimera of disturbed brain. You ar
fearful lest you awake and find tn
a reality of yesterday. The fear is idi'
Laughing and lounging, we lingo
10th to leave the shadows and follo'
, our neighbours white-topped Wagon
which is already cleaning far away
the sun. But we must be up and dom,
Matters are already systematized-or
= does this, another that, and before "
q are aware of it, we are on the roa
! again. Hot hot hot, lie the sun, and o
y easional puffs of air are as from Il
70 mouth of furnace.
= Silence settles oyer the party-sou
even doze-and there is much satisfa
: ton found by all in the supports at OF
g shoulders. Heavily and heedlessly Y
= plod on over the solidified pillows
. VIII they never end7 We are gettir
o a little tired and cramped. If q ma
and In front. You hang over the dssl