News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1903-04-22
THE GRAND CANYON or THE YELLOW.
STONE.
BY Rev. John W. Carter, a Former Norris
Vile Boy.

BY Rev. John W. Carter, a Former Morris
vile Boy.
Incur national capitol at Washing
ton are hung two paintings by
Thomas Moran One of the Grand
Canyon of the Colorado in Ariz ma,
the other OF the Grand Canyon of the
Yellowstone in our National Park.
They are the creation of new type
of art, distinctly American. Yester-
day Europe influenced the world by
her brush, tomorrow her children In
America will teach that mother a
type of art their own, holder than the
pastoral, the grandest the world has
ever known. Our country is "The
Land of Greater Glories." There are
some things God hid from his childrea
until they became learned enough to
appreciate and protect them. Earth .
choicest gems of natural beauty have
been guarded by lofty mountain
ranges and vast deserts until we be-
came nation of nature lovers.
ITS RIVALS.
The writer thinks we have two
scenes more vast and as grandly
beautiful as the Canyon of the Yellow
stone:-One ia to sit at Rowe's Point
and look downupon" the worlds most
stup andous panorama" through
which rolls the Colorado. Here at
shutdown thousand polished temples
rise in their awful canyon home, their
domes ablaze with the glory of I'M
numbered sunsets that have been i'm
prisoned there. The other scene is to
stand at Glacier Point, three-fifths OF
a mile high, and gaz3 into Yosemite
Valley below. To the right, towers
the famous Half Dome; to the left
that waterfall whose beauty has been
sung throughout the world; in the
foreground, beyond the MERGED River,
is the wonderful Mirror Lake. Yet
there is something about the Canyon
of the Yellowstone more my sterious
than the grandeur and the beauty of
her rivals. As you stand at Look
out or Inspiration Points and gazeat
this Canyon in it's silence, the glori-
Gus color of it's walls and the anthem
of the waterfalls thrill you to the
heart as it flashes instant cOmmuni-
cationsof all that music and paint
ing have tried to express. 1t is the
soul of Isaiah and Beethoven and
Moran.
ITS OvERMAsTERING CHARM.
The Canyon is not only the scenic
feature of the Park but one of ma
lures masterpieces. Here is where
the wonders of the Yellowstone re-
ceive their browning glory No Ian
guage can do Justice TO the fascinat-
ing blending of the beautiful and ma
jestic in the rift of this unmatched
wonderland. The brain reels as it
gazas into this solitude where all the
colors of land, sea and sky blend in
the royal beauty OF creative gran
deur. Here you feel the atmosphere OF
silence that pervades the place, then
there falls upon you that restfulness
born of unconscious unity between
man and his Maker when he enters
the "Holy of Holes" to part the veil
and stand face to face with his God.
DlOIiu lluccU LHu5u NC uhC CCui WhO
is not moved by this uneartbly splen-
dor. Never was picture more har-
monious or flower more exquisitely
beautiful than this caDy IN painted in
colors of marvellous delicacy that vie
with the sunset and the rainbow
Along the rim each turn brings you
to some wonderful picture, more
beautiful than the last. Far down at
the bottom PUSHES the river, it's tur'
MOL and deep toned thunder rising In
ceaseless cadence, Earring the air but
passing into music ere it reaches you
THE RIVER.
To many the river is the GROWING
beauty and overmastering charm O.
the canyon. AT Inspiration Point
you watch the waters glide through
a verdant valley, then sud denly con-
verge to leap through the stony jaws
O f the colossal gateway seventy feet
wide through which falls the entire
volume OF the Yellowstone river,-a
scarf of gray 'gainst its dark sur
roundings. Soon it pluDges again il
bead-like drops white as snow, this
time it falls $50 feet, a graceful
cascade chastely beautiful. A grand
er sight was never witnessed thar
these cataracts in their gaiety anC
delight amid the solemn gloom o
their surroundings. The Canyon ii
an unsocial thing but the Falls seen
so friendly, each grooming language
of its own. Warm springs hiss below
the Lower Falls and each spring is E
paint.pot of its own design. The melo
dy of the cataracts and the rising anC
falling of the river swelling and rush
ing forever on to the sea, singing til
cradle songs makes this the land o
music. That river is a sublime harp
upon whose strings the Infinite Harp
er brings forth mountains of music
from the cataracts, hills OF music from
the rapids; and meadows of music il
the rills that murmur over rocks.
AT TWILIGHT.
The writer sat alone upon the brinl
and watched the sun sink behind thu
western mountains and tinge witt
glory the eastern peaks that we're stil
lighted, wearing their crowns of lone
ly grandeur. The shades were falling
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