The courier., 1901-08-03
JROyER & GINGERy,
Tbs UndertaRerS
and EmbalmerS
325 So. 18th St. Phone ~
DAYS IN BEAVER CANON.
By FLORA BULLOCK.
For The Courier

For The Courier
A friend OF mine who makes a bust.
ness Of going camping every summer
with a giddy party OF middle-aged
young folks, ssys it is not good plan to
visit the same region Of the country
twice. He did not say Why. but /,
knowing that it took tons Of trout to
satisfy the appetite and storytelling
penchant Of the party, thought the
pleasant spot that had once endured
their depredations might feel like the
gentleman from Iowa who said of an
other person iu that state: 1T is an out
rage for the railroads to haul that nan
twice TO the same place"
New scenes have always the added
charm that curiosity gives. And il one
is feeling ready for strenuous enjoyment,
mountain-climbing, bear-hunting and
trout-fishing, let him by all means seek
scme new corner Of this wonderland.
But when you fee in wesriness Of bones
and spirit, without gun or ish-hook.
devoid Of malice or appetite, gasping for
Q breath Of cool air, the great boon OF
restfulness is gained il you are set down
at your journeys end in q spot you know
and love. There are old pictures Of which
the eyes never weary, and songs that
carry everlasting balm and healing. l
could hardly have borne the long hours
Of tagging through dreary ssndhills and
glaring cactus waste had l not known
that when evening came should find
coolness and quietude. soft bed and q
chance for q bath, in q valley surmount-
ed by hills whose very outline was pic
tured in my memory.
1t is only two years since last stood
enclosed by this high horizon, but in
two years one suffers 30 much through
change that it is comforting to find
some Of the things that remain. Again
l may see the unforgotten hills east and
west and north and south, the same
rocky ledgee, the red stratas, the bare
slopes, the deepe OF dark pine, the rock
walled gorge. every dip and rise Of the
bsttlements that guard sunrise and SUD-
set unchanged. l lie in the hammock
and gaze, without twinge OF the nerve
OF curiosity. without hsnkering to ex.
plore. For / have climbed old Lime
stone once, and stood on that knob close
by the five pines in a row; the Canon
Beautiful is no mystery to me, for l
have painted up its slippery slopes and
slid gssping down again. So the bless
ing to sit still and mediate on bygone
exertions is attained. Until you have
secured this YOU will never know how
utterly lazy il is possible for you to be-
come.
The wise Mr.. Box, who instructs all
femininity az to their sins Of commission
and omission, and relieves their distress
on doubtful matters when they say their
prayers to him. occasionally utters the
very proper thing, 81 imagine bis wife
puts il into his head. He exhorts the
sisters, when they 60 away for the sum-
mer. not to take the children to much
lauded summer resorts, great hotels and
watering places. He speaks Of the
beauties Of farm life in the summer, of
the JOY of living near Nature. am glad
to find that 30 wise q notable agrees
with me. For, bless you. / knew the
truth OF what he says years ago when l
went barefoot and wore pink sunbon-
net. Relax and be happy. browse
and he content. be yourself, and see