The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1884-06-24
A WONDERFUL ISLAND.
The Curiosities to Be Seen on
Queen Charlotte's Island.

CnarlOtte 1sland lew, tnlnK, nave
as many In the same extent of
country. The geologist, the minera-
logist, the botanist, the artist and the
agriculturist NAV each of them find
wide field for research, while the anti
quarian, the theologist and others of
that iik would be highly interested.
In their strange and wonderful sea
margins, in their not less wonderful
caverns, in which natures work in
long past ages is written as plainly as
on the pages of a book; in their rocks,
whose volcanic contortions smite the
beholder with amazement; in their
shells, which as fossils are found deep
down in the seams of Its anthracite
coal, while near Cape Ball the same
sort are found alive in the sands Of
the seashore; of these the geologist
could write volumes.
In their quartz lodges, which have
been traced from shore to shore, in
which gold is plainly visible in coal
measures and other materials, a wide
field may yet be found for the minera.
logist.
The various kinds of plants belong.
ing to these islands, the tiny flowers
in their natural beauty peeping out
from behind the melting snow-drift on
the lonely mountains, the modest
lupins and the luscious strawberries,
natures gift to men, and even the
broad leaved bush-grass-all these,
as they follow in the wake of the re.
ceding waters of Queen Charlotte's
stormy seas, would yield an ample
store for the botanist.
Among their snow-clad mountains
by the wild torrent ard the gentle
river, by the lights and shades re-
fected by their sunset hills in autumn's
shortening days a boundless range is
offered f.r the pencils magic skill.
while the broad acres of rich alluvial
bottoms and the unlimited extent of
lands whose nutritious grasses, way
ing IN the breeze, would lead the
farmer to say, "Oh. if these lands
were mine anu my focks and herds
ranged over the luXuriant plenty they
afford" To the antiquarian, the
ethnologist and other scientists the
rich carvings on the columns, and the
quaint old legends they depict and the
legendary lore Of the people would
afford vast untrojden field. Even
the sschonch0logist would feel at home
on the ahalnne snell-covered shores of
Pillon Bay and on the rocks of North
Island.
To the piscatorial disciples of Izaak
Walton an unlimited amount of sport
is furnished by the streams. In them
they can find the silver salmon and
the dainty little trout of the mountain
rill. If tired of these, and wishing
larger sport, let them go to the greater
depths of ocean, down TO where the
stormy winds of winter are never felt,
to where, deep in oceans caves, he
will find a myriad throng of, these
denizens of the deep-the black cod.
On these islands even the moralist
will find something in his line. Let
him seek the deserted villages and
linger in their ruined halls and study
the works now crumbling to ruin, lett
behind by their ancient inhabitants.
The tall, CARED column point
ing heavenward, with its mystical
hieroglyphics from bottom
to top. Here is one whose elaborate
carvings bear the imag &c of man on
top wearing a stored head dress. Ii
is three circles In height, ana each
circle is twelve inches above the other;
these circles show the ruins to have
been the dive ling of chief. Let
him force his way to the door OF the
house through the grass and elder
trees which hide the apcient path
WAYS. Having reached the house
let him descend the half rotten stall
down to to the body of the house
among tie intrusive elder bushes, and
there note what he sees. Piled IN one
corner is heap of iron, remains o
some unfortunate ship. What ar
those boxes, widowed and moscow
cred, piled in yonder corner? Thes
are the family boxes. Some held tn
coffee and other food they used, Will
Others held their clothes. These b
will find, but where are the people
Where are the women Captain Dlxo
writes of as fair when washed, as Ing
fish milkmaids Where are they c
their descendants? Call them, an
echo through their ruined halls,
wailful, mournful numbers, replies
All are gone. Ask those mortuar
columns CD every hand, and ii
answer is still the same All are gone
Ask the Indians who may be alOn
with YOU. and their answer Is A