Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1894-08-16

GNNA HhCSttu ny NkhHl
n Art-rhe Other Is PrimevaI and yir-
gin-Luxury May Suit English Scenery,
but Not So With Us.
Having lately visited England after q
long absence, my mind since my return
has been busy with the subject Of the re-
lations between our scenery and that of
the old world. / visited a dull part of
Hampshire. On leaving the house where
/ was staying it was necessary to get
up to an early breakfast to catch a train.
Two young soldiers, very pleasant and
friendly fellows, who went away at the
same time, We're in the cab with me
Reference was made 20 the scenery, and
u OF them, who had been in America,
said, You Americans may not always
say you admire England, but in your
hearts you know there is nothing like
it" / looked out of the cab window at
the fat and very rolled out landscape,
cut up into squares and plots by iron
fences, which, however, with its sparse
oaks standing here and there, was not
without a classic grace, and thought Of
the fresh and magic outlines Of the Vir-
ginia mountains. But the hour was
much too early and too drowsy to allow
OF any expression of dissent. 1t is an
old question, that between the scenery
Of the two worlds. 1t is simple enough,
however, with an obvious answer Here
1t is primeval and virgin nature; there,
nature affected by man and art.
The difference between European and
American trees and woodlands is sig
nificant of this. Early in September an
acquaintance took me to look at a re-
markable oak on his place in Essex,
which he said had been thought by some
persons to be a relic of the ancient Brit
ish forest. This oak, which was not very
high, threw its powerful arms straight
out in all directions over q wide space
of ground. Certainly such a tree could
not have stood in an aboriginal forest.
There would not have been sufficient
u to produce so great an amount Of
LEAKAGE, and there would have been no
room for such a vast lateral extension.
1t 81 happened that only few months
before, in June perhaps, / had seen in
Tennessee a good deal of a forest which
was almost virgin. The trees went
straight upward to a great height, the
boles being clean of branches a long
distance from the ground, and the leaf
age scant, except at the top, where it re-
ceived the sun. / rode into the middle
of this forest. The trees were often so
close together that it would have been
hard for a horse to 60 between them,
and my horse followed the bed of a
stream which was so shallow that it
scarcely more than wet his fetlocks, the
rhododendrons being very thick OH each
side of rue. Hating III the midst of the
level floor of the forest, it was al i'm
pressive scene which / found. The pale,
lofty trunks stood everywhere parallel,
and with a stately decorum and regular
ity, except where, half way up the adj
jacent mountain side, some tumbling
trees, leaning at angles against their
surrounding fellows, which had arrest
ed them in falling, varied the universal
propriety with a noble confusion, the
gray trunks looking like mighty fallen
pillars of a ruined temple.
1t is true that our scenery is not very
rich in its associations of human history.
This source Of interest we have here
only to a slight degree. But the land
scape has its own history. Is it not well
to consider that history? Is not scenery
made more impressive by the study Of
those sublime changes which have pre-
pared the world which we see, and may
not the disclosures of men OF science, so
far as the unlearned are capable of COM
pretending them, be brought to the sery-
ice of the sense Of natural beauty!
Another contrast there may be in the
scenery of the two lands. There is this
to be said of English scenery-it Is suit
able to the luxury and comfort Of Eng
iish country life. 1t is appropriate 10
the English feshpots. There are plenty
of country houses throughout England
in which material comforts are OF the
best, and which at certain seasons con-
tain much agreeable company of both
sexes. l had some experience of such a
house in Surrey. The library was excel
lent. For n wonder the weather was
good, the ~ephemerai British sunshine
remaining all day ON the southern walls
and really lavish among those flowers
of the garden you do not know by name.
Easily detained by such an existence,
you are not inclined to anything more
active than some kind of pleasant read.
ing and are likely to lose your place al
that, while your gaze rests upon the
hills 10 the west. To such a life and
such a state of mind the vague, soft rs.
pcct of the Surrey hills was most suita'
ble-two impalpable ranges Of hills, al
laring to the eyes. Essences they seem