Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1885-09-17
WALKING.
Tire Pleasures Experienced by the Intelli'
gent Pedestrian.

Tire Pleasures Experienced by the Intelli.
gent Pedestrian.
We have people amongst us who con-
slider walking vulgar, and who imagine
that they would lose their dignity if
they left their carriage. They do not
object to be driven through the coun-
try. either in diligence OF coach and
pair. and have the scenery served up to
them like fresh varieties on fete day
or new paintings in this seasons ex-
hibitions; but to ask them to tread the
same quartz grit on the hard highway
which the common tramp claims free
dom of, is to offer them an indignity
which their lofty souls resent After
all, if we are not mistaken, the free,
unfettered tramp. if he has anything
like an observant spirit has the best of
it. He can make levies on all nature.
For him the sunshine has a greater
JOY, and the moon in the falling twi-
light less cold smile. The jolly mil
Ter can give him the merry laugh and
the frankest hospitality; while the
grandee is permitted to roll past
in his carriage without having touched
such Arcadian sweets. For him is the
flower ringed by-path in the shelter
ing wood and for him the moss
wreathed wavside well. The plow-
boys whistle and the miIkmaid's song"
are his by prescriptive right; and if he
can bear with him pure heart. a love
for honest labor. and a reverence for
the Giver of all good we think that he
is happier than his richer neighbor who
dare not go afoot.
No one looks so kindly and SO low
ingly on nature as he who walks. A
long stretch on foot in the open coun-
try, in the face of the bugle-breezes of
morn in the full glory of monday, or
in the tender. fading luster and sacred
shadows of twilight is human expert
ence that tends alike to bestow physical
strength and intellectual power and
joy. The man who walks abroad with
a keen eye and receptive soul will get
in one dav more of the beauties of ma
ture in all their rounded perfection-in
color. in tint, and in sound-than he
could obtain by the study of books
through many a silent and thoughtful
night.
no matter the mood, she is always
shining and fair. even when she falls
into her winter sleep of untainted and
snow-wreaths of exquisite purity,
curve and grace. And what for
matchless outline and tint can
equal snow-wreath lying across your
path on a crisp. clear winter afternoon.
with the western sky as rudy and
aglow like molten ore. and the solemn
pine trees lifting their dark green
feathery ORANGES midway between the
stretch of snow and the deep |
azure of the holy twilight coming from |
the east, bringing with it the silent.
stars? Do you think that the |
term friendly" is OFT of place with |
reference to the starsp hope not. How |
those glorious lights look down upon |
us with lingering. loving luster from |
the midnight SIX es! Each one seems as |
If it We're an angels eye gazing on us
" tn watchful care. Aud. as we mark !
the consultations, and learn of Their
slow. silent march across the dark, SOL
emn dome of heaTen. we learn uncon-
sciously to give them a personality,
md treat them as friends There is
Orion, in his massive grandeur. NOV
ing round our sleeping world like
sentinel from above, majestic, solemn,
awful-a constellation whose position
seems to be assured through countless
ages. Then there are the Pieiades,
ems, whose pulsating rays compass
every color of the rainbow as they
.'Glitter like a swarm of irefies
Tangled in silver braid.
The QGtrsr.