The Bossier banner., 1893-11-16
BENTON, La,
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER I6, 1893.
Indian Summer.

The bluebird's notes. upon, tne soit oFeeIo
borne,
As high in air she carols, family qniver;
The weeping birch, like banners idly waving,
Bends to the stream, it's spicy branches laving;
Beaded with dew, the witch-elm's tassels
shiver;
The timid rabbit from the furze is peaqlDg,
And from the springy spray the squirrels
gayly leaping."
He who has never seen one of the
long and lingering autumns OF the
Sunny South, "pompous with many
colored leaves and the glow of In-
dian summer" can form very little
idea of the beauty of these "sweet
November days" What the afterglow
is to the higher Alps, the last CLEAN
of summer softness is to our autumn
world. Crisp, sharp frosts at night
give tonic to the atmosphere each
morning which make it luxury to
breathe. AS the day wears on the
sun lazily sends his beams through
the hazy Indian summer air, making
warm,. mellow, golden hours, which
should bring JOY and peace to every
heart. Dreamful, hazy distances;
soft amber light; a subdued and
chastened strain of color, wrap the
landscape as in many-hued scarf
But who can paint with pencil or
brush the transfgured glories of the
foliage, when every tree and shrub
is as if it had been touched by
tbs wand of magician? With the
early frosts OF. this most charming
season of the year, all nature becomes
transformed. Forests doff their
crown of living green, and put on
their gayest garb of beauty, glowing
with such bright and varied colors as
battles all the skill of painters, The
air intoxicates; the sunlight is in
your veins; your cheeks glow as you
look out and over the simmer OF
the morning or the mellowing, dying
day.
at love thee, Autumn, for thy scenery ere
The blasts of Winter chase the varied dyes
That gayly deck the slOw-declining year;
love the splendor of thy sunset skies,
The gorgeous hues that tinge each falling leaf
Lovely as beauty cheek, as woman's love toe
brief -
love the note of each wild bird that flies,
As on the wing she pours her parting lay,
And wings her lettering fight to summer
climes away"
OF late years the editor of the
i Banner has taken frequent autumna
rides trough portions of the many
q colored stretches of wood on Lake
I Bodcau, and doubts if this side o.
Paradise there be a more gorgeous
picture than the woods in autumn
on the many pretty creeks-one o.
them is called Pretty Creek-that
meander into that limpid lake
loveliest when bright skies bend
teuderly over it, and the lagoons
about it are sheets of FURNISHED sill
yer. When the air is stepped, per
meated, soaked through and through
with floods of sunight-quivering
brilliant, radiant. Sunlight thai
blases from out sky of pearl and
opal and sapphire. Sunlight thai
drenches every hill and valley with
liquid amber, kissing and soothing
every shadow to sleep, 1t is as if 6
thousand sunsets had fallen in frag
ments on the forest and set it all
ablaze. The elm trees were soft with
amber drapery, translucent in eact
leaf with the detained sunshine of ths
summer; sumach waved it's scarlet
spindles from among the lingering
green; walnut and hickory trembled
with their golden plumes and bounte
GUS nuts, providing free gifts from
the ''bounteous Giyer of all good ;
carbuncle red crowned the acorn
laden oaks with richer and intensel
hues, while deep crimsons and ma
rooms and chocolate browns helped
to make up panorama of equisit,
beauty which moved you like strain,
of sweet music. It has been sale
that in entering the woods at thil
season one might think that he wa,
walking down the aisles of some vas
cathedral. "The sun shines through
the fosage as through old tintet
windows suffusino the air Will