The herald., 1897-09-12

cycles in use. but there should be thou
sands more.
In this land of tomorrow we loiter
about the towns and put off from day 10
day exploring the country until one year
rolls into another. And when we DO get
out into the country we wonder why we
deferred it so long and vow to make
many more such excursions; then we go
back to town and forget the country for
another month or year. Yes, 1t is always
tomorrow" with u.s. as with the natives
who preceded us and knew not the Won
derful steed of steel and rubber.
There are many stretches of poor roads,
It is true, but there are hundreds of miles
of good roads, and they are being i'm
proved all the time. Why not get the full
benefit of cycling when there are such
delightful places to visit and almost per-
petual sunshine to add to the pleasures? :?
One always knows just what kind OF
weather to expect, except during rev
weeks Of what is called winter
OF the delights of country trips only
those who have enjoyed them can tell.
any description coming far short of the
real pleasure. Though this season of the
year Is not the best time for country
runs get out your wheels and sally forth
lust the same to the hills and dales,
where nature awaits you with open arms.
Drink of the wayside brooks, rest on the
green sward. Climb the foothills and
mountains for the superb views of ocean
and valley, and be young again.
How many of us sigh for the pleasures
of youth, now so far away. Don't you
remember how we chased the butterfly
across the meadows, where the waving
grass was breast high to reach the
dep pool in the bend of the brook, on the
edge Of the swamp, where we used to
catch the speckled trout at times, if we
were careful enough? Or how we trudged
for hours along the upland, back of the
orchard with that old Misunderstanding 6
shotgun. looking for wild pigeons and
other game? That was rare fun, at least
we thought it so, and now we think of
those days with a faraway look in the
eye and try to describe the times that
we think will never come again.
But how about cycling?
Here, where the sun shines so unfail-
ingly month after month, and the rain
lnterferes but little, we can mount the
ready wheel and in half hour the songs
of birds are heard, worry is forgotten
and we are just as happy as in the days
of yore, when we walked the paths IF
unruff1ed youth. 1t is, indeed, strange
that so great a change can be made to
come over us. This is, the reason that the
whole world has gone daft on Wheels"
to use the expression of the dyspeptic few
who have not yet found the pleasure that
abounds in cycling.
The ills, the sorrows, the aches of am
bilious lives of today can all be forgot
ten and left behind If the wheel is mount
ed and headed for the breathing spots
found without every city. Some runs are
more pleasing than others, no doubt, but,
If we get out into the country on our
wheels in almost any direction, SO as to
be beyond the street car rattle and the
city's thousand sounds, we unconscious
ly renew our youth and find ourselve.
whistling and singing as we did SO many
years ago, when life was 80 bright and
youth saw none of the troubles we have
had to face since then.
Any bicycle will do and, while a car
riage or horse IS better than walking.
tine wheel Is the thing. 1t gives you pleas
ant exercise that stimulates every nerve
and strengthens each muscle, while the
landscape is enjoyed and the pure air
is breathed and the APPETITE stimulated,
So get your wheel and forget care and
pain,