The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1893-12-03
AN AUTUMN EVENING
CITY CREEK CANYON.

A gentle breeze soughing softly
down the gorge The clear waters
ripping and sparkling, catching the
last rays of the reflected sun as they
are filtered down a great ravine while
the God of Day slowly sinks beyond
the waters of the Great Salt Lake. A
startled squirrel rushing wildly away
from the approach of human footsteps.
A maybe, pluming his black and white
feathers as though making prepara-
lions for a pleasing nights slumber.
swings, half lazily, on the swaying
branch of an aspen, rocked gently too
and fro; from away in the distance, so
faint as to be scarcely audible, come
the notes of mountain canary, the
strains of which are broken by the
crystal water as it pours over a tiny
bar of rocks, so mosS-grOWn as to re-
semble naught but the finest of velvet
In the foreground, heavy mass of
foliage the tips OF which have turned
to deepest crimson, the lower branches
showing beautiful pale yellows, deep
russets, bronze, pale pink, and the
tawny colors so varied as to make a
mass of the most transcendent beauty;
between all these most lovely of colors
when applied to the autumn foliage of
our canyons, a. few leaves more sturdy
than their fellows as yet unexposed
to the whitening touch of the frost
king, peep slyly as though afraid to
venture out beyond the pale of pro-
lection afforded by their beautiful, if
less fortunate fellows; seeming to
feel that the next night may probably
despoil them of their life and vigor
and add them to the myriads of those
that have fulfilled their destiny and
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| with the mold that will give life and
strength to the branches they have for
a brief season adorned.
Away up on the hillside, shining
brightly, touched by the rays of the
sun, that only make more pronounced
the colors, backed by massive pale
gray rocks, are patches of green and
gold, of crimson, of amber, so beautiful,
so rare, as to feast the eye and the
soul; here and there is a bare clump
| of willows, it is true, but these only
serve to heighten the beauty of the
scene by comparison. Almost as far
as the eye can reach, a, panorama more
beautiful than the pen or brush of ar
| list can depict, spreads out before the
gaze.
| Slowly sinks the sun. Every moment
adds interest to the scene. The colors
change as by the touch of magic The
brilliant crimson, the dark reds, the
iemeralds, the turquoises. the goldens
the pale pinks, the russets, the browns
| the yellows, take on deeper tints. Sc
kaleidoscope are the effects that every
moment adds new beauties to the scene
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SO slowly as to leave a. distinct impress
sion upon the mind. and engrave there
scenes that can never be depicted
scenes only to be stored in the memory
for ones sole enjoyment. A light gray
mist arises away up the canyon, which
seems fastening on as though to cover
the scene from vandal eyes. AS the
minutes pass, the gray changes to q
! brown, and moment after moment
grows darker still. The defiles are al
ready lost, only the sharper peaks and
ridges remaining to view, and these
seem to gradually dissolve as they
| fade slowly, slowly from sight Ar
eerie stiffness follows. The trill of the
bird, the scamper of the squirrel, are
flushed.
Over all the pail of night is set
lthng. The bubbling and gurgling o.
the water as it rushes on to the city
below, so musical few moments be
fore. sounds strangely to the ears
There is less music, it seems, thar
when the earth was aglow with splen
dor The night breeze rustles through
the branches with a subdued, mourn
Iful sound A distant screech ow
sounds warning or welcome to hi
mates. Darkness is complete; the day
is done
might had pulled her drapery round the
And pinned it with the stars"
DIR. FELL.