Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1899-03-09
CnUusbts On Point majestic.

49, NAAN''N A'NA - N'ANa'aaafN '''Nf' "A'fNN !
mysteries there are! These dreamy
solitudes, how lovely! These buoy
ant streams, rolhcking over boulder
and stone, flashing like pearls in the
sunlight, cool, dark, and peaceful in
the shadowed pools, how charming!
0, the glorious, golden yellow moss
es! Dame Nature, verify, must use
them as gives, even if fragile, to
fetter her forest subjects, whether
diSmantled tree or mcouth boulder. |
This is her labratory for the creation
of new charms for all the seasons,
perceptible only to those who will
take the pains to ponder over the
multitude of beanties she so lavishly !
bestows In winter the trees are
gaunt figures with occasional limbs
flung to the sky; in summer their
tops are submerged in the sea of
leaves they themselves have flung to
the whispering winds. The sky is
scarcely visible through the leafy
mass, except in such places where
the axe of the woodsman has ruth
lessly laid low some forest king.
The god of day is slow to disturb
these realms of shadow, and hardly
arrives before the morning is half
spent. At three in the afternoon he
paints the opposite cliffs in gold,
leaving all the rest in oblivion and
shadow, except where, by some
mighty force in time past there has
been caused parting IN the gigantic
cliff, for the fiery god to send lin
gering shaft of light down among
these trees, boulders, and cascades,
jumbled together in such chaos.
This mountain stream is pure,
bright, sparkling; sometimes as win
some as a village lass upon her way
to school; sometimes as cruel as the
| panther when he leaps upon his prey;
peaceful stream in summer seeking
perpetual holiday; araging torrentin
winter, seeking whom it may dismay,
/ cross and angry then, foaming along
Its narrow course with hatred and
contempt of every barrier, whether
accumulated drift Or stOney bulwark.
Changeable as life! sChangeable as
child! Now happy, now sad, Now
joyous, now solemn. A mountain
stream seems to know as much of the
philosophy of life as the wiSest of
men.
These bold escarpments and iut-
ting cliffs are just the places where
the winds are continually at play.
Even mid the spray of the waterfall
they may be found as if cooling off
from merry romp over the noun
tams. As the wind sweeps over the
sea and leaves a dark blue trail, it
comes over the tops OF these mighty
trees with a silvery shade. of green.
1t touches the tender leaves and
turns them to the sky, caresses them
for moment, and then fOrsakes
/ them for the others that may be in
its path, until it has passed the pin.
acle from which the traveller views
its undulating progress. All! those
winds, how they murmur as they
; sweep over their velvety course
, down the glen over the tops of the
trees. On they come, a serried host
their emerald banners flying, gaily
advance, and go-.no one knows
, whittier. Ephemeral delights of q
moment they caress and are gone
Sweet was the pleasure of anticipa
4 ton, and sweeter still the actua
earess, bat like all our joys they were
short lived.
Who would not 60 to these en-
+ chanting places which Nature ha
made so inaccessible to mOrtals, whel
such delights as these are scattere,
$ in such profusion. The seethinl
y mob, no doubt would madly rush t
e find this rostful simplicity, but Ma
!, ture, aware Of their inability to gras
the wished for feeling, would hav
hid her arts away. Her secrets ar
= only told TO those who well desery
r them.
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