The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1898-12-09

never perish out OF remembrance. Its
| top and sides were the homes of the red
men for countless ages. The deeds they
committed on the early settlers there left
a tale OF human experience sac. land la
mentable which will linger on thesmemo-
ries of unborn generations.
Now as the sun sinks behind the far
away peaks in the west. from this lofty
pinnacle we gaze upon one of the grand
est scenes the most extravagant desire
could hope for. Thousands of mountain
peaks below US, their tips aglow with the
vanishing rays of the sinking sun, while
in the valleys between these ranges SEEM
ed to us an ocean as black as night.
After getting settled in camp for the
night with pile of moss for pillow and
the blue canopy of heaven for covering
and couch OF adamant granite rock, we
eagerly awaited the coming of night with
its sable pail that we might s,an through
that inky curtain the glory of the arched
dome above. At times all would be as
| still as death, then the low, mournful,
wailing sounds a. the wind lulled, to the
scream and shriil whistling on the minor
key. Up here the wind is not steady
gale but comes in puffs, unless in cold
weather when the winds tear across the
peak with maddening fury. The peculiar
sounds and variations are due to the pro-
jections of rocks. The yelp of the pos
sum dog could be heard at times in the
faraway distance and glimmer OF the
mountaineer's cabin fire could be seen
between the opening of the logs or open
door, or perhaps that of the moonshiner
still in operation.
Camping on the top of a mountain as
high as this is is pastime in which but
few people indulge Not but that they
can hut they do not through fear of many
things. There are many uncanny tales
told about the phantom spirits which
hover over the pinnacled peak of this re-
markable mountain, There are few per-
sons but who have an Unborn superstition
lurking somewhere about them. Away
down in the wee, silent corners of their
hearts is where it makes its abode, and
from fear of some of these phantom appa-
ritions people hesitate to venture so high
to camp. Many are afra d of being blown
off by the winds that are angry and terri
fic at times. To spend night up here at
the top of what seems to be the final of
the world is an experience one will never
forget. One must strive to hold himself
down to the earth it seems, for you GER
tainly feel as if the lightest puff of wind
might send you skyward Then looking
| over the northwest side more than two
thousand feet down, an almost perpen-
| dicular lends almost anybody peculiar
sensation as if suspended in mid air.
The mind and pen of the most talented
writers in their most extravagant imag-
ination can never picture the scene and
experience as they really appear. The
night is glorious but cold; the north star
stands out so boldly from its ethereal
home that it seems to be great electric
pendant--ti never wavers. The great
dipper hangs 80 lew in the early morning
that we apparently gaze down into its
starry depths and long for drought from
out its jeweled rim.
In the early hours of the morning we
scan the eastern horizon and in the yet
dim outlines faint streaks of matutinal
rays were visible. Then it was not long
before the gloom and horror as well as the
glory of the night disappeared, and once
more the world that was silent and form
less below us re-appears in grand magnfi-
cence. Old Sol slips up out of the Allan
tic 40 miles away, fiery disc that gilds
the mountain tops in gold and red, pre-
senting an autumn scene never to be for
gotten. VIM. ii. BYERLY.
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