Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1882-10-10
INDIAA slilEER.

We, the people of this portion of Pa
get sound, are now experiencing the
climatic delights supposed to be EN-
braccd in the above expression. Maple
and cottonwood, and alder and ash, the
latter perfectly lovely in a delicate gar
niture of chrome, the vine maple, like
the rose window in some old cathedral,
"iamboyant with thousand gorgeous
dyes" together with al the deciduous
trees and shrnbs, the veterans ot the
orchard included, lend Kaleidoscope
charms to the landscape wherever the
oyo may turn. The morning sun sends
his arrows OF flame from behind u vail
through the misty horizontal air Chats
Miitonl. 4 step or two Will take any
oaa of us to the woods, where tho sharp.
cheering whistle of the flicker. the quer-
ulous note of Cock Robin, the morbid
and misanthropio protest Of the crow,
recall other, and far distant, lands. be-
getting perhaps "a feeling of sadness,
that IS only akin to pain:' the chip
munk il u thousand times porter and
buster than ever. and skurrIes around
the hollows of the grove, where the
withered leaves lie dead, Chats Bry-
anti like some notable housewife, who
tx afraid she won't get the linen oil the
clothes line before the shower falls, evil
IDENTIFY with purpose Of making his
apartments III yonder hollow log all Sc
cure and we'll furnished with food for
his larder, and dry moss for his dainty
bed chamber, before winter sets i'll. In
spite of the beggariy aphis, Russell and
pearmain, Esopus Spitzerberg and New
ton Pippin turn their FURNISHED
sides to the gazer, or drop lazily to the
ground, suggesting popped corn, nuts,
apples and cider. the blinds palleu
down. the iires kIndled. the lamps lit,
the doors shut To all except friends and
acquaintances, and a good time gener-
ally, what time Old Borets blows, fit
to split his checks, and the owl COM
plains from his tree top or hiding place
III the barn. Yes. indeed. We may be
away of here in the northwest corner Of
Uncle Sans domains. Hickory and
walnut and beech nuts, and persim-
mons and paw-paws may not be por-
ton Of our dover, and many varieties
Of trees, whose leaves, changing To pur-
pie and gold, and crimson aud burnt
lumber, 20 to make the illuminated glor-
les of an Eastern forest in autumn, NAV
be lacking with us, but, nevertheless,
| there IL peace in the air and ON the
wave, and the departing year scatters
iargess rs 1t moves to take its place in
the mysterious cycles Of the past. IL
| with US the quail does not pipe in the
stnbble, tho grouse and pheasant be-
tray their whereabouts with sounds that
resemble the dull thunder of alternate
fiuls. chats Buchanan Reed; if the
mystery of Mondanin (that's Longfel-
low Is not re-enacted in league long
corn-tields, the track of thereaper shows
where wheat and oats. peas, beans and
barley grow that's Mother Goose.
Take il altogether. we have NO reason
To complain Of our Indian summer. Our
barns are full, wood and coal are album
MT and reasonably cheap, and AS our
old friend. clad in garments Of ETHEREAL
lied smoke and treading 50 softly that
the blind mole will not hear his foot
falls chats Shakest care, IN moccasins
OF wiihered leaves, passes away 10 the
kingdom OF Pomenah, TO the land of the
hereafter Chats Longfellow again, let
US remember him as friend, who after
the toll aud hustle of the harvest,
breathed over the land for brief space
the benediction Of silence and beauty
and dreamful ease.