The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-11-20
THE JOURNAL.
From the Golden Age.
BY HELEN N. COOKE.

SNN----s
He presses kisses on my brow,
As softly as the rain drops fall,
Like fragrant blossoms of the Spring,
And sweeter, sweeter than them all!
And fresher purcr than the winds
That lift the petals of the flowers,
They gladden. all my fevered life
With new and renovatng powers.
Sweet kisses from the lips I love,
Strung on the hearts most tender chards,
Like pearls that tremble with my Joy,
Too beautiful for human wordsl
So press them ever on my brow
They soothe the pain that's throbbing there;
They are the richest diadem
My woman's soul aspires TO Wearl
An Avalanche on the Matterhorn.
Sitting there gazing at the 1000
or 5000 feet of the Matterhorn's
height and breadth that were still
higher than my resting place, and
drinking in the influence of the vast
silent scene around and beneath, l
perceived a movement upon the left
hand outline and 4 large surface of
the adjacent frontO the mountain.
fThe upper fourth part apparently of
the mountains height from the left
hand edge to. about the middle of
the front was already bare and black
like solid rock. The movement of
the mass, at the outset very deliber-
ate, was first perceptible from the
widening distance Of the dark sur
face between its upper edge and a
crest of bare rock that stood out up
on the profile above. Then it was
plain that the entire weight of snow
for thousand or two feet below on
that side of the mountain and near
ly TO the midst of its front, as view
ed it, was moving; and l felt tne
strange, false sense of being lifted
with the whole steep, messy bank
on which | sat facing the avalanche.
Swiftly 1t gathered momentum and
its immensity became more compre-
hensible when It's greater part, fifty
to hundred feet thick, shot out over
a crag that had not been visible un-
der this great thickness of snow, and
down through the clear air in one
vast sheet, striking upon a less in
clined surface 1000 feet below, where
it was dashed into a million frag-
ments, and there flashed up q vast
cloud of fine, dusty snow. Repidly
massing itself. it again surged forth
from the fleecy bosom of the snow
cloud over q pTecipice of nearl y yer
tical wall for a mile or more into its
final depths, leaving a large area up
on the mountain black and barren,
and tossing upward throughout the
broad abyss another and more wide
ly-spreading nOw-cloud, while its
sudden displacement of air produced
a rushing wind which reached to
where l sat. As you first see the
distant artillery's rushing smoke, and
hear the roar, so here arose, far be-
meath and a mile or two away, a roll
ling, white, misty cloud, and then
the astounding thunder Of the con
cussion. The interruption of this
avalanche in its progress doubled
its sublimity. Had it rushed all the
way down one incline, with no in
tervening crash between the loosen
ing of the mass and its plunge into
the depths, or if it had shot off clea-
into the air and struck into the very
bottom in a solid mass, it could not
have carried with it such majestic
movement of awful deliberation, nor
produced such prolonged and ter
rifle roar.-COr. Detroit Tribune.