Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1901-07-05
AS SEEN BY ONE OF US.

AS NEEN BY ONE UF Us.
THE PAN-AMERIcAN EXPOSITION
NALLITS GLORY.
The Trip Holiday Jaunt-Beautes and Gran
deur Of the TranscontincntaI Panorama
rival at BuffaIo-Brief Description Of Salient
Attractions Band-The Wonderful
Electric Display-Our Wheat Display Excites
Comment Conclusions.
BUFFALO, June 1901.
DEAR FRIENDS:
Counting upon the usual good na-
ture and generosity of the editor OF the
STANDARD, / submit a few jottings
made as we jolted along the track of
the Canadian Pacific road, from Seat.
tie to Buffalo, which if printed will
save much time that would be taken
from sightseeing, if wrote individual
letters.
Left Seattle $40 A. M, June llth,
the sky little threatening, but no
rain. About 2 P. NJ. reached the di-
viding line between Washington and
Canada, distance of 125 miles.
TUESDAY, P. NJ, JUNE 12-We wind
along near the Frazer river, enjoying
the wild and romantic views, until the
weary eyelids fall with the shades of
night and we reluctantly close the
lenses of the soul until there should be
light, more light. Slumber is serene
and
WEDNESDAY A. invoke among
the Rockies which were grand, grand
indeed, as seen from the observation
car. After going over the world
famed LOOP" we took breakfast at
Glaciers, one of the grand and pictur-
esque stopping-pla on the route;
not exactly oases in the DESERT" but
highly cultivated patches amidst the
gray. towering rocks, with their vari-
ETY. OF beautiful foliage trees, winding
walks, flower beds and fountains.
North Bend is most attractive. The
hotel and park-like surroundings, look
so inviting one would enjoy a pro.
longed stay here with agreeable com.
pany, if the weather were a little
warmer. The sky is gray, causing .
tinge of sadness to overshadow the
spirit, but there is grandeur in melan-
choly sometimes.
s'Constant sunshine how'er welcome
Meier would ripen fruit or flower.
Giant oaks owe half their greatness
To the scathing tempest's power.
As I write the sun now shines on
distant snowy peaks; Every cloud
hath its silvery lining" The engine
winds slowly as we pass q sublimely
beautiful cluster of snow peaked
heights, and We revel in the scene.
Can any view in the Alps equal it?
At Field, another stopping-place.
general rush is made for something to
eat. The dining car has not yet been
attached and the company's hotels Of
fer refreshment to first-class passen-
gers. Those in the tourist cars are
moro independent, social and home
like, in their environment. We cross
the divide about 2P. NJ, and the
streams flov with us.
The Kicking Horse River, is rightly
named. As it prances along, dashing
over the rocks, it kicks up a tremen-
dous foam of silvery whiteness; the
river in the main presenting q clear
stream Of q greenish cast.
There can be no grander scenery in
the world; the snow-capped heights,
the stupendous cliffs, some clothed
with verdure, others bare and craggy,
looming up against the sky; the nu-
merous glaciers and waterfalls; the
swift.flowing mountain streams, add
variety, beauty and grandeur to the
scene. Words are tame and the pen .
cold medium to convey the fervor of
the souls emotions while speeding
along through such glory and gran
deur. The intense pleasure expert
enced during the last Two days can
never be effaced from Memory's walls.
The valley widens, and cattle are
grazing on thousand rolling hills.
Soon the eye must accustom itself to
the monotony of level ground. Now,
true to habit, which has become al
most instructive, my mind reverts to
my school children. Whenever seeing
anything of particular interest, or
reading about something practical or
instructive, my mind naturally turns
| to the dear ones and an effort is made
to assimilate and utilize for their ben
eft. Like q shock it flashes through
my being, that according to the opin-
ions OF men of "little brief authority"
IL do not say little men Of brief au-
thority-age incapacitates one for
pleasant duties for which nature kind
ly fitted her. Perhaps, seeming want
of modesty gives indications of old
age, but an ancient Grecian philoso-
pher said, Know thyself." All must
be for the best, but somehow without
malice or forethought we are remind
ed of the passage: "Offenses must
needs come, but woe be to him by
whom they come"
THURsDAY.-A monotonous trend
through a level expanse Of grazing
land, dotted here and there with small
dwelling houses, and stopping every
few miles at nucleus of town.