Douglas Island news., 1900-05-09

! happy hunting grounds. DO, feCer' want you to keep away from butcher shops and give mangy dogs wide
 berth. The product of the former has tendency to breed disease, and the other to convey it by innoculation." This long harrangue was finished just as Peter sat down and discovered some music in the shape of hymn singing in the native church on the beach close by. "Grace, 'Tis a Charming Sound" was being sung probably by the as. sembled natives in their usual forceful style. But the dog never did have an ear for music, and of the laws of har- mony the miserable cur seems to know nothing. So he set up a terrible wailing, crying accompaniment, ceasing only when out of hearing of the music. But moving quickly on we were soon abreast a bin of sulphurets, with the atmosphere pretty heavy from the belching smoke from the great chim- neys of the mills. So taking handful of the suIphurets, 1 unused thusly; Environment is to the soul what at mosphere is to the body, and as we have within certain limits power over both, we will remove ourselves from this smoke" Rolling the sulphurets in my hand, their metallic particles glistened in the sun. Peter jumped up to them, saying in his mute language, If you have something good, give me some." said, 'No. Peter; these shining particles you see are not gold, although they look like it and contain it. They are the visible body incrusting the precious metal and must be processed under the laws of heat and affinity before they will give up their shining ingots, with which all the pleasures of life can be bought and for which men sell their souls. Were it not that the laws of eV- olution in regard to the science of min erology were so far advanced as to be able to extract this gold from it's baser metals there would be no Treadwell mines, the wonder of the world, and the name of Douglas City would not be on the map of Alaska, and Lo, the poor Indian. would be in his native habitat under the trees in the forest instead of rotting in fostering filth over there in close proximity to that hog ranch. But let's move on faster; these odors are not pleasant. That big, black bird you are looking at is a carrion bird. 1t picks parasites from hogs backs and is a good, all-round scavenger, useful in his way, but has only croak; no song. But think up the hill, among the trees, as we go along, we shall find prettier specimens of bird life." So leaving carrion birds, hogs, powder magazines, Indians, railway tracks, sul- phurets and smoke, we ascended by short curve the rather steep hill direct Iy facing Us and soon reached its sum- init. The enchanting beauty of the scene: the cloudIess sky, the placid waters of GastineauX channel, the chir- up of birds, the rippling of the waters of near by mountain rivulet, the en- circIing chain of snow-capped noun tains, grand and noble in their silent immensity; the bursting buds and blossoms of the erstwhile dead but now living earth, the balsamic odors of the virgin forest, all contributed to the hour, and filled me with the thought expressed by Pope
 All are but parts of one stupendous whole Whose body Nature is, and God the soul"
 After rest of few moments in si- lent adoration, in which Peter took dirt bath and his master sun bath, we pushed on to the mountain stream, the music of whose waters I could hear in the distance. The end of our journey having been reached, we sat down in a sylvan glade of surpassing beauty. Pe- ter took drink from the cool, crystal waters shimmering in the sunlight flowing at our feet, and having thus re- freshed himself, sat at my side with his nose on my knee, waiting for the peroration. 'Peter, Ali the choir of heaven and furniture of earth are the transitory forms of parcels of cosmic substance vending along the road of evolution, from nebulous potentiality, through endless growths of sun, planet and satellite; through all varieties of matter; through infinite diversities of life and thought, possibly through modes of being of which we neither have a conception, nor are competent