The Osceola times., 1886-07-10
ScorcHNAN HEARD From. He Is
IL THE PROMISED LAND"
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Of our last stick Of wood, we were
forced to exclaim, "I'm glad rm
born To die" The beautiful snow
passed away, and the overflow fol-
lowed, during which, as We Aoatcd
in our dug-out, hitched to a swing
ing limb, we exclaimed, Pm sorry
| was ever born at ALL" Time, how
ever, passed on, the overflow went
down, our dug g-out struck land, and
We dreant a dream I following night.
While swinging in our hammock.
| We dreaini W. saw the rising sun
Beyond an Eastern Hamlet.
We were completely metamor-
phosed. The change leap year pro-
duced on Miss kizzie, converting
that female woman into man of the
masculine gender, was not more
wonderful than the spirit of our
dream aud the changes that appear
ed around us. Yes, we dreamt it
was morning, and that as our eyes
were freed from the sweet and re-
freshing embrace Of sleep, .hey open
ed upon u most beautiful twilight
that proclaimed the distant coming
of the King of Day. As he slowly
came forth, the bright orhs cleaning
III the heavens gently closed their
eyes, and the gauzy spider web like
mists Of the morning, rose from
ear'h's bosom as mantle lifted from
a fairy's maid of honor at hymen's
altal. The subtle fire of his eye
soon unveiled all nature and spread
before our astonished vision a scene
more lovely, more beautiful and
more snblime than could have ever
entered into the mind of man to i'm
agine, much less create. Pearly
dew-drops reflected back the dia-
mond's hues. InHumerable flowers,
Of every conceivable form and colon
presided over by the esthetic sun
flower, bowed their majestic heads
eastward and wcpt crystal dew drop
tears of joy.
Thousands of the most gracefully
formed aud beautifully attired birds
sailed forth in the air, with happy,
sparkling bright eyes, and voices
sweeter than the strains from harps
of thousand strings. Morning zc-
phyrs, ladcncd with the fragrance
lavished on them by maiden flowers,
famed our ievered brow, while our
soul Toasted on the sweets they bore.
The songs of happy cooing birds,
sporting in mid air with the freedom
of the air itself, rose as an orison
from grateful heart, hcavenward.
beautiful butterflies iloated before
MS like anlInsted pansies, more gor-
geously arrayed than the queen Of
Sheba in her silkcn robes, or king
Solomon with his golden disdsm be.
SGT with all the gems Of earth.
Turning in our hammock, our eyes
rested upon the beauties OF rural
scenery and invited attention to the
pleasures Of Il farmers life. Remov-
cd from the iniquity, the pride, the
baseness and sordid cares which en-
slave and render callous the hearts
Of those who herd together in cities,
we saw the brawny-armed farmer
rise to inhale the sweet unbreathrd
breath of morning. Freedom and
the smile of happiness lit ap his Sc
rene countenance that told of a soul
at rest. As he walked forth, q,ack-
ing ducks and geese, chattcring gsi-
meas, gobbling turkeys and cackling
hens pointed him to their nests.
Modest strawberries, raspberrcs,
gooseberrics and cherries, luscious
cherries, coaxed and tempted him to
pluck and eat. Soft downy peaches
let go their branches and dropped
into his hands, while golden pears
and burly apples fell aud rolled tu,
multuously around him. The gar.
den, smiling with plenty, called
loudly for the accustomed pans, bas-
kets and baskets, his rural maidens,
queens of Gods green earth, are
wont to bring. Golden grains droop-
ed their ripened heads and asked him
to come and reap. Verdant fields
of corn waved their long blades and
badc him fear not for Tomorrow
while blushing cotion-blooms fore
told the coming Of their long s,lkcn
treasures. Tultcd meadows, crown
ed with flowers, spread themselves
before his sporting lambs, calves and
colts, and invited the busy bees tu
come and sip. Coo. crystal brooks
presented the iinny tribe and asked
him to come and bathe. Lowing
herds plead with him to be deliver
ell from their burden of their milk,
while flying bees pointed to their
sweet stores in the forest trees Our
dream vanished with the silence OF
sleep, aud we awoke exclaiming,
"Verilv this is the promised land, -
the land "ilowing with milk and
honeyw
Oh how changed the scenes around
us! Our dream was more than doub-
ly true. When we fell asleep every
thing was desolate, aud wore the
aspect of sterili,y. This valley, now
so beautiful with flowers, fruits snd
growing crops, was chilled by snow