Sturgis advertiser. (Sturgis, Dakota [S.D.]) 1887-1???, 1890-08-28

floating palaces go down from theil
docks, blessed by hundreds of wav.
ing adieus, but never return to re-
ceive the wanderers greeting. Strong
men and beautiful women went on voy-
ages into those voiceless abysses, and
no messenger has returned to whisper
syllable of their fate. Oh, the insa-
tiate NAV of this beautiful sea, this
vast waste that has engulfed fleets, ar
gosies, and squadrons, and rendered
no account of the destiny to which
she has consigned them. The unre-
sponsive defiance may well be chal-
lenged, the secret depths be dared.
Dear reader, brush up and brighten
your imagination and let us Journey
awhile beneath these majestic waters.
The riddle of the deep blue sea may
thus be solved. We will journey deep.
far below the raging pillows, and bring
to terra frma some tidings of this un-
discovered country, this unknown
realm. Look at yon porphyry cliffs
+, and see how necessarily the clashing
waves break over them, these angry
waves, livid with apparent passion at
the obstacles nature places before
them in the form of those rocky
stl ands and bluffs. Another and an
other swell, each in It's rage, follow
quickly, only to be broken along the
shore. Away beyond and above us
come the swells; higher and higher
they raise their crested heads, like a
caravan of breathing mountains, each
giving it's mite to crush the resounding
rocks. We catch faint glimpses of the
surface and see it covered with masses
of foam. moving with a fury that evil
dences the pitch of excitement at the
thought of which We may well stand
and tremble. At the same time we are
transfxed and enchanted by the scene.
On the sloping banks where we
stand strange forms of vegetable
growth appear; some of them have
roots, others have none; some grow
with their petals firmly adhered to the
stem, others are attached to larger
plants, and, like the mistletoe, draw
their sustenance, whatever this may
be, from the more thrifty fellow. We
see modified forms of these plants
strewn along the shore above-strange
forms, beautiful forms, which are O
thousand-fold more SO when growing
in their gardens beneath the surface.
When torn up by these raging pillows
the soft tendrils, "both bleeding and
torn, "soon show their cruelty by death
when removed.
We are now in the queer retreats
where the sea MOSES grow, and the
raging tempests cannot reach to in
trude, hence they are very seldom seen
in anything like their pristine grandeur
on the shores or strands above. Down
into these peaceful gardens we glide,
unmolested alike by the living monsters
of the deep below or by the raging,
clashing elements going to fury on the
surface far above us along the stormy
slope which separates these beautiful,
quiet retreats from the bowling beach
the drifting slope, where the sands
are moving to and fro with the ebb and
flow of the water, and the fragments
ruthlessly torn from the porphyry
cliffs are beating their angles against
these buried Lodges,
Downward we glide, nayigators in un-
known seas, discoveries in new realm,
until our feet touch the gardens OF the
marvellous ulym--the black and the
green uly@ rooted in the restful mud
stretching their cefullengths 4pward
| toward the surface, where the storms
are raging with all their relentless fury
and the stimulating Influences of the
sunlight. No storms can rage here,
no sunlight can enter these enchanted
retreats. The angry clashing Of The
elements above reach here in tenderesi
caressas and the swaying fronds nod
tsnstful dalliance With the rude forces