Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1889-10-03

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standing guard among the ages. its top sell
dom touched until a bride one Fourth of July
Z mounted it and planted the national stand
ards and the people down in the valley
looked up and saw the head of the mountain
turbaned with the Stars and Stripes Yonder
are the Three Brothers, four thousand feet
high; Clouds Rest" North and South
Dome and heights never captured save by
| the fiery bayonets of the thunder storm.
No pause for the eye, no stopping place for
the mind. Mountains hurled on mountains
Mountains in the wake of mountains.
Mountains fianked by mountains. Mountains
split. Mountains ground. Mountains
fallen. Mountains triumphant. As though
Mont Blanc and the Adirondacks and
Mount Washington we're here uttering
themselves in one magnificent chorus
of rock and precipice and waterfall
/ Sitting and dashing through the rocks, the
water comes down. The Bridal Veil
of the mountain behind Yonder is Yose-
mite Falls dropping 1884 feet, sixteen
times greater descent than that of Niagara.
| These waters dashed to death on the rocks.
so that the white spirit of the slain waters
ascending in robe of mist seeks the heaven
Yonder is Nevada falls, plunging seven hun
bred feet the water in arrows, the water in
rockets, the water in pearls the water in
amethysts, the water in diamonds That
cascade filings down the rocks enough jewels
! to array all the earth in beauty, and rushes
ON until it drops into a very hell of waters.
the smoke of their torment ascending forever
and ever.
But the most wonderful part of this Amer
lean continent is the Yellowstone Park. Ny
visit there last month made upon me an inn
preston that will last forever. After all
poetry has exhausted itself, and all the
Morans and Bierstadts and the other enchant-
, ing artists have completed their canvas.
there will be other revelations to make and
other stories of its beauty and wrath,
splendor and agony, to be recited.
The Yellowstone Park is the geol-
ogist's paradise BY cheapening of
travel may it become the nations play
ground In some portions of it there seems
to be the anarchy of the elements. Fire and
water, and the vapor born Of that marriage,
terrific. Geyser cones or hills of crystal that
have been over five thousand years growing.
In places the earth, throbbing, sobbing,
grooming, quaking with aqueous paroxysm.
At the expiration of every sixty-five min
utes one of the geysers tossing its boiling
water 1856 feet in the air and then descending
into swinging rainbows. Caverns of pictured
walls large enough for the sepulcher of the
human race. Formations Of stone in shape
and color of Gala lily. of heliotrope, of rose
of cowslip, of sun1ower and of gladiola.
Sulphur and arsenic and oxide of iron, with
their delicate pencils turning the hills into
a Luxembourg OF Vatican picture
gallery. The so-called Thanatopsis
geyser, exquisite as the Bryant poem it was
named after, and the SO called Evangeline
geyser, lovely as the Longfellow heroine it
commentaries. The so called Pulpit Ter
race from its white elevation preaching
mightier sermons of God than human lips
ever uttered. The so called Bethesda gey-
SER by the warmth of which invalids have
already been cured. the Angel OF Health con-
tinually stirring the waters. Enraged era
ters, with heat at five hundred degrees only a
little below the surface.
Wide reaches of stone Of intermingled
colors blue as the sky, green as the foliage,
crimson as the dahlia, white as the snow,
spotted as the leopard, tawny as the lion.
grizzly as the bear, in circles, in angles, in
stars, in coronets, in stalacites, in stalag-
mites. Here and there are petrifed growths,
or the dead trees and vegetation of other
ages, kept through process of natural en-.
balmment. In some places waters as limo
cent and smiling as a child making first at
tempt to walk from its mothers lap, and not
far off as foaming and frenzied and ungov-
ernable as a maniac in murderous struggle
with his keepers.
But after YOU have wandered along the
geyserite enchantment for days and begin to
feel that there can be nothing more of in
terest 70 see, you suddenly come upon the
peroration Of all majesty and grandeur the
Grand canyon IL is here that IL seems to me
and | speak it with reverence-Jehovah
seems to have surpassed Himself. Il seems
a great gulch let down into the
eternities. Here, hung up and let
down and spread abroad, are all the
colors Of land and sea and sky Upholster-
ing Of the Lord God Almighty. Best work
of the Architect of worlds. Sculpturing by
the Infinite; Masonry by an omnipotent
trowel. Yellow You never saw yellow
unless you saw it there Red You never
saw red unless you saw il there. Violet
You never saw violet unless you saw il there.
Triumphant banners of color. In cathe
dral Of basak, sunrise and sunset married
by the setting of rainbow ring.
Gothic arches Corinthian capitals and
Egyptian basilicas build before human archi-
lecture was born. Huge Notifications Of
granite constructed before war forged its
first cannon. Gibraltars and Sebastopols
that never can be taken. Alhambras, where
kings of strength and queens of beauty
reigned long before the first earthly crown
was empearled. Thrones on which no one
but the King of heaven and earth ever sat.
Fount of waters at which the lesser hills are
baptized while the giant cliffs stand round as
sponsors. For thousands of years be
fore that scene was unveiled to human
sight, the elements were busy, and the gey-
sers were hewing away with their hot chisel
and glaciers were pounding with their cold |
their lightning strokes, and hailstones giving I
the finishing touches and after all these forces
of nature had done their best. in our century /
the curtain dropped and the world had anew /
and diTinely inspired revelation, the Old I
Testament written on papyrus, the New 1
Testament written on parchment, and now
TINS last Testament written on the rocks.
Hanging over one of the cliffs looked off 1
until | could not get my breath, then retreat
ing TO a less exposed place / looked down
again. Down there is a pillar of rock that
in certain conditions of the atmosphere looks
like pillar Of blood. Yonder are fifty feet
of emerald ON base of five hundred feet of
opal, Wall OF chalk resting on pedestals of
beryL Turrets of light tumbling ON floors
Of darkness The brown Frightening into
golden. Snow of crystal melting into fire of
Flaming red cooling into russell.
Cold blue warming into saffron Dull gray
lIindling into solferino. Morning twilight
flushing midnight shadows. Auroras crouch
ing among rocks.
Yonder is an eagles nest on shaft of
basalt Through an eyeglass we see il among
the young eagles, but the stoutest arm Of our
group cannot hurl stone near enough to
disturb the feathered domesticity Yonder
IRE heights that would be chilled with hor-
ar huf tn. warm 1snlp of forest foliooa