Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1893-08-17
AN EARTHLY PARADISE.
If We Would but Look Around. We Would
Find 1t at Our Doors.

Find 1t at Our Doors.
That this earth of ours is becoming
fiat and uninteresting sort of place is
fallacy born of indigestion and weak
imagination.
There is 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 jungles. The
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, a 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 to
visit In many of our states we have
reached the time when the enactment OF
game laws is necessary, but there is
sport enough yet in Idaho, Montana, the
vast lake region of northern Minnesota,
the Maine woods, the tarpon's and ALI
gators haunts in Florida, and especially
the wild regions of British Columbia.
The bison has vanished, but there was
never much sport" in his senseless
slaughter.
Quieter minds find pleasure in the
study of men and customs-past and
present. In our own land there is ma
terial for the archaologists to study for
many years. Whether among the Won
derful ruins of the cliff dwellers' villages
or in the relics of the mound builders
there is work to be done rivaling Schlie-
mann's in the Troad, Layards at Birs
Nimroud, or Champollion's in Egypt.
There are the living as well as the dead
the African dwarfs, the Fuegan giants,
the Melanesian cannibals, the Dyaks of
Borneo. There are the north African
potentates who will obligingly kill the
amateur photographer, and Kafirs who
will feed him fat on juicy confections Of
grasshoppers and snake pie.
There are those who seek neither
beasts to kill nor men to study, but
pleasant places to hide where winds blow
soft. These there are and always will
be, SO sturdily does earth resist its de
spoilers. The most tourist infested spot
in the world, Switzerland, is full of un-
visited hooks, while railroads into the
| heart of central Asia and over the eau
casus and through Bosnia, and the Da.
nubian states take one to fresh haunts
and homes In British Columbia are
glaciers finer than the Swiss, and off the
coast are balmy islands where, lolling
| on his veranda in the air of June. one
can look landward see towering peaks
topped with eternal snow.
| For that matter, one doesn't have tC
leave New York to find places where
only the green of spring is needed tC
make a paradise. Where arewilder and
nobler crags than the Palisades, fairel
ranges of low mountains than the High
lands and Shawangunksi The Golden
Horn is not more beautiful than the
Narrows, the Bosporus than our Hud
son, on whose western bank almost op
posite New York the rattlesnake still
sounds his alarm, strange birds fit al
dawn and mountain laurel and mulber
ry grow in profusion.
Come, sirs, truce to melancholy
The world is fair. Needs but to see il
SO the artist eye, the poet soul, the gift
of imagination. With these one may
grip firm his Communication ticket and
cry to all black blasphemy of pessimism
an answer stout, 1.-THE earthly paradise
is herer"-New York Recorder.