Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-04-17
drowned cooval
With Monadnock's crosu,
And my wings extended
Touch the East and West

Touch the East and West
Later the same word, pursued on the same
principle as that blessed one Mesopotamia,
led me to and through Emerson up to his
poem on the peak itself-the wise old
giant, ''busy with his sky affairs, who
makes us sane and sober, and free from lit
tie things, if we trust him. So Monadnock
came to mean everything that was helpful,
healing, and full Of quiet, and when I saw
him half across New Hampshire he did not
fail. In that utter stiffness o hemlock
bough, overweighted with snow, came down
a foot or two with tired little sigh; the
snow slid off and the little branch flew nod
ding back to its fellowa
Vermont Comment ON . Fat God.
For the honor o. Monadnock there was
made that afternoon an image In snow of
Gautama Buddha, something too squat and
not altogether equal on both sides, but with
an imperial and reposeful waist. He faced
toward the mountain, and presently some
men in . woodbridge came up the road and
faced him. Now, the amazed comments of
two Vermont farmers on the nature and
properties of swag-bellied god are worth
hearing. They were not troubled about his
race, for he was 'aggressively white, but
rounded waists seem to be out Of fashion in
Vermont At least they say 80, with rare
and curlouDoathA
Next day all the idleness and trihing
were drowned in Q snowstorm that filled
the hollows of the hills with whirling blue
mist, bowed the branches in the woods till
you ducked; but were powdered all the Same
when you drove through, and wiped out the
sleighing tracks. Mother Nature is beauti-
fully tidy it you leave her alone. She
rounded off every angle, broke down every
scarp, and tucked the white bedclothes till
not wrinkle remained, up to the chins of
the spruces and the hemlocks that would not
60 to Sleep
Tracks That Resppear In Snow.
'Now," said the man of the West, as we
were driving to the station, and, slasi to
New York, ''all my snowshos tracks are
gone; but when that snow melts week
hence, or month hence, they'll all come up
again and show where I've been"
=: A curious idea, is it not? Imagine mur-
der committed in the lonely woods, a snow
storm that covers the tracks of the flying
man before the avenger of blood has buried
the body, and then q week later the with
drawal Of the traitorous snow, revealing
step by step, the path Cain took-the six
inch deep trail Of his snowshoes-each step
q dark disk ON the white till the very endl
There is so much, so very much to write,
if it were worth while, about that queer
little town by the railway station, with its
life running, to all outward seeming, as
smoothly as the hack coupes on their sleigh
mounting, and within disturbed by the
hatreds and troubles and jealousies that vex
the minds of all but the gods. For instance
no, it is better to remember the lesson of
and Emerson has said, '.Zeus
hates busybodies and people who do too
much"
That there arc such q folk long nasal
drswl across Main street attestA A farmer
is unhitching his horses from a post op-
posite store. He stands with the tie rope
in his hand and gives his opinion to his
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notions Of etikwette!'
RUDYARD KPLM0