The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1893-08-05
AN EARTHLY PARADISE.
n We Would but Look Around, Vo won
Find It at Our Doors.

n We Would but Look Around, We NVould
Find It at Our Doors.
That this earth Of ours is becoming
fat and uninteresting sort of place is q
fallacy born Of indigestion and weak
imagination.
There is n considerable portion Of hu.
manity who measure their happiness by
what they can kill And still for these
the rogue elephant tramps down the tea
plants in Ceylon and the man eating
tiger figures in the Indian iungles. Tn
South American possibilities IN the hunt
ing way are barely explored.
Frank b. Sanborn reports that Albania
is a splendid hunting ground for the
wild boar, q quarry more dangerous than
any In this country except the grizzly
bear. The African continent still
swarms with game, and except in the
equatorial belt is not too unhealthful 81
visit. In many Of our states we have
reached the time when the enactment Of
game laws is necessary, but there Il
| gport enough vet in Idaho, Montana, the
vast lake region of northern Minnesota
the Maine woods, the tarpon's and alh
| gators haunts in Florida, and especially
the wild regions of British Columbia
The bison has vanished, but there wa
never much "sport" in his senselesi
slaughter.
Quieter minds find pleasure in The
study of mon and customs-past ant
present. In our own land there is ma
terial for the archmologists to study fol
many years. Whether among the won
derful ruins Of the cliff dwellers' villagei
or in the relics Of the mound builders
there is work to be done rivaling Schlie
mann's In the Troad, Layard's at Birt
Nimroud, or Champolhon's in Egypt
There Hre the living rs well as the dead
tho African dwarfs, the Fuegan giants
the Melanesian cannibals, the Dyaks o.
Borneo. There are the north African
potentates who will obligingly kill th'
amateur photographer, and KafIirs VIII,
will feed him fat on juicy confections o
grasshoppers and snake pie.
There are those who seek neither
beasts to kill nor men to study, bu
pleasant places to hide where winds blow
soft. These there are and always vii
be, so sturdily does earth resist its de
spoilers. The most tourist infested spo
in the world, Switzerland, is full Of un
visited hooks, while railroads into tn
heart of central Asia and over the eau
casus and through Bosnia, and the Da
nubian states take one to fresh haunt
and homes. In British Columbia ar
glaciers finer than the Swiss, and off tn
coast are halmy islands where, lollinl
on his veranda in the air of June, on
can look landward see towering peak
topped with eternal snow.
For that matter, one doesn't have t
leave New York to find places wher
only the green Of spring is needed t
make paradise. Where are wilder an
nobler crags than the Palisades, faire
ranges of low mountains than the High
lands and Shawangunks2 The Golde
Horn is not more beautiful than tn
Narrows, the Bosporus than our Hud
son, on whose western bank almost OF
posite New York the rattlesnalIe stil
sounds his alarm, strange birds fit a
dawn and mountain laurel and mulbel
ry grow in profusion.
Come, sirs, truce to melancholy
The world is fair. Needs but to see
so the artist eye, the poet soul, the gil
of imagination. With these one ma
grip firm his communication ticket an
cry to all black blasphemy of pessimisr
an answer stout, 1.-THE earthly paradis
is hereI"-New York Recorder.