The National tribune., 1896-07-30

LOST &C. FOUND.
DEAR &C: During recent visit to Provi-
deuce, r. l., i called on Mr.. and Mrs. Leo
Kierchbaum. both ardent admirers of the LII.
w. aud enjoyed a very pleasant visit.
Leo is q jeweler by occupation, handsome
young man, and member of Co. Z, LIST b. L.
VM.
Mrs. Kierchbaum is. as ever. much inter
ested in LHW., and made many inquiries
about its members She is by the way. our
old true blue friend. Eva Tremayne Pryor,
who is personally known to many of our band,
and many others, through her chatty letters In
our TRIBUNE columns.
E. NJ. Tinkham, Springfield, Mass
THE CANYON OF PoPo AGILE.
We visited the Canyon of Popo Agile one
bright day in June. The air was sweet with
the scent of the wild roses blooming by the way
side and the woodsy odo-s from the belt of tim
Der bordering the river.
The voice of the river made deep accom-
paniment TO the songs of the Birds the rnstle
of the leaves. and all the other pleasant Sum-
mer sounds we enjoyed that day..
Now and then we caught glimpse of the
glittering river, that is at no place very Tar
from the road. Following its course for sew
eral miles enter the canyon, its massive
walls SO high that tall pine trees growing at
the foot seemed dwaried and puLy.
A recess in the nearest cliff is found on ex-
animation to be a cavern OF some size, ana it
bears evidence OF human occupancy. seam
i'm the cliff opening upward from semi-cIr-
cular niche at the back of the cave, forms
natural chimney.
The ashes in the niche and the smoke
blackened rocks above show that it has at some
time been used as fireplace In another part
of the litter of prairie hay and a trayed
bit of rope show where a horse has been tied,
perhaps years for this recess is completely
sheltered from the storm.
nd lv q n a
raj gateway formed by two rocks that have
apparently fallen from the cliffs and stand like
huge sentinels to guard the beauties of the glen
beyond.
| The voice of the water grows louder as we
| approach bridge. Here the river is foaming
and tossing. sending showers of spray upon the
planking.
The horses are evidently afraid of the savage
white thing that seems reaching up- to grasp
them and the driver leaves his seat to walk he
fore them. They put their noses close to his
shoulders and follow. trembling. Safely across,
our friend returns to his place.
short distance beyond the bridge curve
of the road leads US away from the river.
When we return to it We miss the roar we
have heard all the way. We find ourselves
looking not at the foaming torrent whose
course we have traced so far but crystal
lake that lies in q curve of the cliff.
At the head of this little lake stream Of
boils above its surface, and at the outlet the
force of the current is shown i'm little lines and
ridges as the water hastens to its swift course
over the powders. But the rest of the lakes
surface is STILL though we can see the sand at
the bottom boiling with the force of the in
coming water.
We go down to the shore gaze into the cool
depths and try, without success, to lure forth
some of the big. glistening trout that make it
their home.
We gaze across it at the cliff. There are
delicate ferns and trailing vines rooted in little
crevices in the rocks and dainty blue flowers
that no hard will ever pluck. for the smoOthe,
straight walls would hardly give foothold for a
squirrel.
We gaze at the cliff and at its inverted i'm
age in the lake, till we reminded that other
beauties wait enjoyment. This is the
rise" of Popo Agile River. We have yet to
visit the sink"
We drive something less than half a mile,
and the silence is in strange contrast TO the
sounds we have left, till. so suddenly that we
feel sense of surprise, We hear again the roar
OF water. We come again in sight of the river,
ard it is white as driited snow.
The channel is exceedingly steep and strewn
with gigantic powders, by which the water is
dashed into lace-like spray.
We gaze for a moment up the river, then turn
to the left 10 follow its downward course to-
ward the right wall Of the canyon, and here is
| the wonder spot.
There is cavern in the canyon wall, a beau
tifu archway with a central pillar. and into il
the milk white torrent pours with noise as oil
continuous thunder A wreath of mist hangs
before the portal of this cave of mystery and
from its depths comes deep, reverberatng
roar.
Silence is our best tribute to this majestic
scene, and when the sinking sun reminds u:
e that we must return We leave it with regret.
We are quiet on our homeward way and We
see at the foot of the great wall near the en-
trance something that had escaped our motto,
| before, a shaft of stone that looks like a monu
e ment Examination shows that II is indeed
such. The rude carved inscription is nearly
effaced by time. but the date is still legible-
1863; years before Popo Agile Valley was pos
sessed 10y its present thrifty inhabitants
A strange and lonely burial place, but i
seems to me the quiet sleeper would choos'
no other. Here is mighty rock for monu
meut and the rivers solemn song for requiem
What tragedy Of early days that lonely grav
betokens we can only guess. Though thi
whole country is rich in history, have beer
unable to find legend or story connected witt
the grave in the canyon.
Eva g. Lam berton. Lander Wyo.
COUNTRY VS.. CITY LIFE.
&C FRIENDS: There is a place for everyone
and perhaps the place for our friend from Syrs
cuse may be in the city, which may be "A NOR
agreeable place to live than in the country
but / doubt it. In the city, temptations wa
on every hand, !" and this more SO than in til
country.
Ia his pessimstc view, he draws a dark p
.ure OF muddy roads. miles from the store ct
That is the dark side only. Not all the tim
are the roads muddy. 1t is only when r.
freshng shower cools and cleanses the thirst
earth. /: does not rain in the country all I'll
time.
Then what is walk Of mile or two to I'll
y store when we take into consideration the ia
10 mense benefits gained in the training OF IL
physical body7
re In the country we have no back streets an
Al alleys, with their Accommodations Of rubbis
u. decaying under the Summers sun. and pOiso
ing and making unwholesome what should
the pure air of the heavens.
AS to everything except rent being cheap
in the city than in the country, wonder no
about the cost OF those things which go to 81
tain life2 Do they cost more in the COUNT
than in the city? IL SO. that is surely
versal Of the natsral order of things
Possibly | may be laboring under a delusiol
but as almost all food products raised
the country. i am persuaded that they VI
cost more the greater the number of han
they pass through.
Country people work some too and VIII,
the hours of darkness draw near they do n
waste their well-earned dollars and the hou
intended for bodily repOse in attending the
by tiers and the like.
J. Marshall Murphy, Wheatland, No.
PASSING IN RGvIEw.
er. Lucie Margaret Mitchell, Bentlyville, p
- r. A.