The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1898-10-28

places the earth throhbng, sobbing,
grooming, quaking with aqueous par
oXysm. AT the expiration of every 65
minutes one of the geysers tossing it's
boiling water 1S5 feet in the air and
then descending into swinging rain
bows. He toucheth the hills and they
smoke" Caverns of pictured walls
large enough for the sepulcher
the human race. Formations of
stone in shape and color of Gala lily,
of heliotrope, of rose, of cows1ip, of
sunflower and of giadiolus. Sulphur
and arsenic and oxide of iron, with
| their delicate pencils, turning the
hills into a Luxembourg, or vatican
| picture gallery. The so-called Thana-
! topsis geyser, exquisite as the Bryant
| poem 1T was named after, and Evan
| geline geyser, lovely as the Longfel-
| low heroine it commentaries.
Wide reaches of stone of informing
| gled color, blue as the sky, green as
the foliage, crimson as the dahlia,
white as the snow, spotted as the
leopard, tawny as the lion, grizzly as
the bear, in circles, in angles, in stairs,
in coronets, in Stalactites, in stalag-
mites. Here and there are petrifed
growths, or the dead trees and vegeta-
bles of other ages, kept through a
process of natural embalmment. In
some places waters as innocent and
smiling as child making a first at
tempt to walk from its mothers lap,
and not far off as foaming and fren-
zied and ungovernable as maniac in
struggle with his keepers.
But after you have wondered along
the geyserite enchantment for days,
and begin to feel that there can be
nothing more of interest to see, you
suddenly come upon the peroration of
all majesty and grandeur, the Grand
canyon. 1t is here that it seems to
me-and l speak it with reverence-Je-
hovah seems to have surpassed him
self. 1t seems a great gulch let down
into the eternities. Here, hung up
and let down, and spread abroad, are
all the colors of land and sea and sky.
Upholstering of the Lord God Al
mighty. Best work of the Architect
of worlds. Sculpturing by the In
finite. Masonry by an omnipotent
trowel. Yellow! You never saw yell
low unless you saw it there. Redi
You never saw red unless you saw it
there. Violet! You never saw violet
unless you saw it there. Triumphant
banners of colors. In a cathedral of
basalt, Sunrise and Sunset married by
the setting of rainbow ring.
Gothic arches, Corinthian capitals,
and Egyptian basilicas built before
human architecture was born. Huge
Notifications of granite constructed
before war forged its first cannon. Gil
braltars and Sebastapols that never
can be taken. Alhambras, where kings
of strength and queens of beauty
reigned long before the first earthly
crown was empearled. Thrones on
which no one but the King of Heaven
and earth ever sat. FOunt of waters
at which the hills are baptized, while
the giant cliffs stand around as spon-
sors. For thousands of years before
that scene was unveiled to human
sight, the clements were busy, and the
geysers were hewing away with their
hot chisel, and glaciers were pounding
with their cold hammers, and hurri-
canes were cleaving with their light
ming strokes, and hailstones giving the
finishing touches, and after all these
forces of nature had done their best,
in our century the curtain dropped,
and the world had new and divinely
inspired revelation, the Old Testament
written on papyrus, the New Tesla
ment written on parchment, and this
last Testament written on the rocks.
Hanging over one of the cliffs,
looked off until L could not get my
breath, then retreating to a less ex
posed place 1 looked down again
Down there is a pillar of rock that in
certain conditions of the atmosphere
looks like a pillar of blood. Yonder
are so feet of emerald on base of SOC
feet of opal. Wall of chalk resting on
pedestals of beryl. Turrets of light
trembling on doors of darkness. The
brown frightening into golden. Snow
of crystal melting into fire of car
buncele. Flaming red cooling into
russell. Cold blue warming into SAT-
from. Dull gray kindling into sol
ferino. Morning twilight flushing
midnight shadows. Auroras crouch
ing among rocks.
Yonder is an eagles nest on a shaft
of basalt. Through an eye-glass we
see among it the young eagles, but
the stoutest arm of our group can not
hurl stone near enough to disturb
the feathered domesticity. Yonder
are heights that would be chilled with
r.
est foliage with which they are en-
Affairs of worship at which
nations might lneel. Domes of chal-
cedony on temples of porphyay. See
all this carnage of color up and down
the cliffs; it must have been the bat
tlefield of the war of the elementsi
Here are the colors of the wall of
neither the sapphire, nor the
nor the topaz, nor the ia
cinth, nor the amethyst, nor the jas |
per, nor the II gates of 12pearls, want |
ing. If spirits bound from earth to |
Heaven could pass up by way of this |
canyon, the dash of heavenly beauty |
would not be so overpowering. Ascent |
such earthly scenery,in which |
the crystal is so bright, would be fit |
for the ''sea of glass min |
gled with fire.
1t is estimated that to irrigate the |
arid and desert lands of America as |
they ought to be irrigated, it will cost |
about $1OO,OOO,oOO to gather the waters
into reservoirs. AS much contribution |
and effort as that would irrigate with |
Gospel influences all the waste places |
of this continent. Let us by prayer |
and contribution and right living all |