The Red Cloud chief., 1878-02-28
SOMETHING LOST.


Yet. Notwithstanding MI ihi~. Il has los;
something something SerY beautiful
while ~ STAYED. but ha. Vanished A.
completely - the color from an evening
Ky AZ you guess whai u - Free
yuur Imagination for \ little While. aud
let u hrar You away from these scenes
II human activity and noise. out; into
The woods. You must imayin. !, j.
summer. for thu flower. must -. throw
Ing out their sweetness. the trees wave
M their lraye, IN the pleasant brrrSc.
ia" streams moving on IN music. and
the gra>> fresh and .oi; enough a.
make 4 ius.iy carpet for our feet.
We NAV wander wher. ~ nil. and
talk A. W. plcase-talk If the wonder
full instinct III th" gra>, that CAUSES II
Ia cho"',e. among all the color> ;ha;
the >un sends down for il, one peculiar
shade, If the streams whose path Ne
follow. of the laws tina, guided u, tiny
drops from all parts II the earth.
through the air and beneath The >nil.
I'LL they ilow together in their present
bed onward 10 the sea- We can talk
with freedom, and perhap. with conf
dcnce. of the works of nature around
u. There u no my>tcry in her pres
ence now. for science has unveiled her
Ia IL. .ni laid her secrets bare.
But let your Imagination do still
greater work. Stand whcr. w. are
among flowers and grass and imagin-
ary moonlight. but with the influence
of the last two centuries swept aside.
What change i there around u,2 From
bosom IF flower and heart 81 tree
sliding down the ,laniing mounhrams
and dancing on spires Of grass. come
multltudcs Of fairy creatures no bigger
han your ,humb. Some brighter than
the breast If the Southern humminy-
bird; some III clothing spun IL shining
cobwcb>: some with tiny faces - cx-
qul>ltc ~ the face Of the one YOU love
when she look, close into Your ewes
and err> herself mirror.d therein. 9th
er> with faces full Of eliin mischief and
little uglin.>>. The music Of their
mingled laughter j. not louder than
the brooks. They float ON wings more
delicate than thOs, of the dragon iiy.
The rustic OF the leaves il hut III. echo
of their chatter. and the hue If the
glorious flowers the reflection of their
varied beauty.
Dear me, We know not Al all why
the grass grows green. or why the
streams flow ON. i'll place Of standing
still, knowledge Of scientific laws has
flown from tongue and brain. and We
watch III supcrstitious fear and pleas
ure the monuments of the wondruus
little creatures
Now what has this century lost? In
all the wonderful discoveries, in all the
grand inventions. i'll all the reach of
progress. has one fairy been seen?
Ever children have put aside the
chronicles of their wonderful works
and ways for the novels If the ,iay. and
are >kcptical enough to doubt the exist
encc of the race.
You have read IF that spring in a
certain part Of Asia which * formed
10y the falling of water. drop hy drop.
from the red-vcined side Of a hill. Year
after YEAR the water tricklc> down till
the pond below becomes indeed "A foun-
tain Of fears. The water j. 50 clear
that al night the stars seem shining up-
ward from it IN place Of reaching down
Ia it. AMI 50 healthful i, il purity that
the land about i bright with ycrtur..
Now. ] have heard. whether sleeping
or waking | will not say. that in that
mountain stands the prison Of the fair
les, where IN darkness and bondap.
they liv" and weep. Their tears creep
out into the light. causing beauty to
spring up for an ~ungrateful world that
hears not nor cares tn hear the signs of
tI,.Ir IppfIIIfA Sth' Hl,. -. 81. T..
ant who has conquered and banish-d
them. He has used the lightning To
write his signature: he almost knocks
out the star, in heaven with his lofty
head; his horses al steam bear him
round the earth AMI in every land he
has set his standard. Justly il he call
ed Reality. for he has entered into the
hottest plans Of the ideal world to scat
ter their beauties to the wind.
However, the day of freedom will
come for the fairies: and what is more.
a child shall be their delivercr. But il
must be 4 child who has not vet learn
ed that water Is composed Of gases. and
that flesh is grass and grass is flesh
who still believes that the stars are Jew
FL, on Gods hand almost low enough
" i'a'h tpfS Upt hilDS thtl the /
moon goes on its WAY with the proph-
ct silver veil about it. hiding desoIa-
ton and death who still watches
morning and evening for ships To come
from Spain; and knows that under the
end Of the rainbow lies buried a pot Of
gold-a child that
shall lean her ear
In many q secret place,
And beauty born Of murTnuring sounds
Shall pas into her face"
4 child To whose childhood novel, ar.
and whose poet and prophet
Is Hans Anderson. such a child shall
the spell. and again shall field
and meadow. spring and brook be mu-
steal and lively with the r.yels Of the
How | should like to be that
child; what will not the greatful fairies
do for her:
She will not have Ia cry over difficult
problems and dry lessons. Fairies will
bring her %wondrous fruit. after eating
which. lessons well learned will slip
EASILY from her tongue. No need to
ugh IN vain for pretty thing; for the
Of ocean and earth. the secret
of nature shall be robbed by
nyriads Of elves for her. Whatever il
most beautiful and desirable she shall
What q jubilee among the flow
RS viii there be, and the trees and
,rottoes so long deserted will be full Of
lie and merrilment- On IL will all be
'ery nice but the child must first be
u. Iicayune.