Durango semi-weekly herald., 1902-08-14
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lout. wider and wider, into the country
and song.
Bayfield, is growing rapidly. She
has an abundance of clear. sparkling
water In her rivers creeks and bitches
Her inhabitants are comfortable and
happy and think there is no place like
Bayfield, to live in, They are building
constantly new houses. stores and
barns, and it looks as II Bayfield, were
destined to become a good sized town
In the near future.
Bayfield,. with its surroundings. as
contrasted with the region surround
ing it, shows the vast difference in
Colorado between lands that are
blessed with rivers. and those that lie
far from their banks. The rivers. with
their great system of irrigation are
the saviors of agricultural Colorado.
and as long as there are high mount
aims. with snow-capped peaks, the
| streams that rise therein can never
run dry, nor the ranches on their
banks or within reach of their bitches
faithful laborer,
There are mountains around Bay
field. as everywhere in Colorado
mountains with spruce-covered sides
and sweet pine groves, On the side
of one of them is a great, deep ditch
full of water. irrigating the land and
flowing downward to the dry regions
of the Indian reservation. Before sun.
set one evening we climbed to the
N % lsg--it &c oh
down over the beautiful village Home
from the fields the lowing cattle had
come, horses freed from the yokes of
labor. drank deep at the road 5ide pool
the voices of children at play resomd-
ed through the town, the chlrp of
birds filled all the air and the drowsy
hum of departing day bred spell of
peace and contentment We thought
OF that beautiful poem of Lougfellow's,
"Evangelne,' where he describes the
farmer OF Grand Pre- who dwelt on
his goodly acres Beautiful as that
scene where the murmuriug pines and
the hemlocks stand like harpeis hoar,
with boards that rest on theit bosoms,"
is fair Bayfield, There is no deep
voiced. neighboring ocean to lend its
subtle charm. but the glorious mount
aims are there. and we doubt not that,
in the green wide valley. encircled by
their protecting embrace, among those
pleasant farms. there are maidens
with hearts as true and pure as Evan
gelines and youths as brave as was
Gabriel Lujeunesse. the blacksmith's
son. Oh, how little the country girl
OF the present day appreciates the
pure and happy lot in which her life
is cast AT twenty she knows less of
the evil world than the city girl who
is just enterting her teens Jaded, So
ciety-worn or workworn, the city girl
has grown weary of life ere the coun-
try girl has begun II. Happy and
blessed are the parentsAs no are wise
enough to keep their daughters at
home on the farm when they are for
tunate enough to possess one, and
thrice happy is he or she who is never
forced to look back through a dark
maze of worldliness and sin, and say
with vain regret:
"Oh, give me my lowly matched cot
tage again,
The birds singing gaily that come at
my call
Oh, give me the peace of mind, dearer
than all"
The sun sinks low and drops from
sight behind the western mountains.
drawing after him all the fairy cloud
let's of the deep azure sky, and flood
ing them with gold. All the horizon
is bright with them, now changing to
pink and amber, violet and blue, and
rejecting their paler glory almost to
the zenith. One by one, in the rich
dusks of the sky blossom the beauti-
ful stars the forget-me-nots of the an
gels" following the bright eastern
star that heralds their coming. Then
the moon swings full and clear above
the hills, and the town and country
bathed in floods OF soft silver light
nestles in sweet repose on the bosom
10 nature. PAULINE.