The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-08-02

| hang motionless high in air. over the sand
| barges. Dying sunshine from the western
hills brings out in high color the houseboat
village up under the bridge, behind Tow
| head island. Green, white. red. brown. yell
low and blue the mosaic shines; houseboats
on the waters edge against huddled mass
of households, low and high on land among
| the green bushes: behind them, back
ground of white light. looms and floats the
distant gray dome of the Blind Asylum-the
whole picture a Kentucky Montmartre,
| awaiting the artists brush. over Louisville
town smoke pennants and clouds have
| ceased to hover; and along the beautiful.
ragged skyline of the city. in softened
steel-gray light, 1.-The quet-colored end of
evening smies-miles on miles" The lower
end of the long. jagged panorama of dwell
ings, business blocks. chimneys and eleva-
/ tors melts and fades into a shadowy dream
city-foating away from the work-a-day
world into a glorified country of sweet idle
| hills.
And when the evening mist clothes the
| riverside with poetry, as with veil,' says
Whistlers Ten O'clock, land when the
poor buildings lose themselves in the dim
panili, and the warehouses are palaces in
the night, and the whole city hangs in the
| heavens, and fairyland is before us-then
| the wayfarer hastens home.
| But, on the Indiana shore and over the
| Indiana hills another exquisite chapter of
enchantment rises AS the great July sun
sinks far down, the dimmed shadow of the
great bridge lies family, far up stream.
4 10 fho bridge and
beyond the island and the shipyards the eye
| loses vision in lovely vistas which, them
selves. are lost against the green banks of
| the great Ohio From the dense bushes on
| the Jeffersonville shore touched only at the
| top with sunset gold cool little black shad-
ows steal out into the water-a cooler edge
! creeps into the breezes which whip cease
lessly across the ferry decks now filled with
| care-free men and women, faring home. OF
all happiest, restful methods of home-going
| from labor commend me to ferryboat.
Now the glittering sunset path on the
water sOftens to a golden crimson faxed
| with brown; and pleasure boats. in all gay
colors with all gay passengers, steal out
from the lighthouses and dot the stream off
! the green shadowy edge of the darkeninS
| island Towhead island of to-day does not
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navigators near Jeffersonville are warned to
| channel away from Tigers bar on the left,
above Beargrass creek" In the middle dis
| tance the water. is now pale sea-green.
shading off to a dimpled silvcr-whitc, bur-
nished again, at it's northern edge, into
| glowing and gorgeous sunset hues. Soon the
rose-red afterglow has its way with the
evening world Red gold lie the Indiana hills.
4 .,y,I ro1 gold
/ again half the Ohios majestic current. In
/ shining silver gray the hushed city of Louis
| vile muses., under a silver sky, with misty,
siivery water tapping the citys edges.
With softened bell and silent whistle. al
most dream ferry in this all-pervading,
blissful, fading day. our ferryboat glides on
| its way-the other ferry having laid up
for the night. At the tag end of the levee
procession, however, the last note of the
days strenuous strife, comes always the
| man about to get left. Alone in his furry
and his hurry, he doubtless seems to him
| self; but to the cool-headed pilot in his
square glass tower, or to the upper-deck
| observer, he is but of many, single
item in the all-day procession of men run
| ming down the bank to catch the ferry. In
the pilots mind, mayhap. the population of
/ duu NcLtuChy ScISiSIo VI Aoui ooo
millions, mostly men about to get left by
| the ferry
1T is the outdoor time of day." and all
| ferry travellers now haul a bench to the
bow and open up the evening breeze"
| Theodore W;nthrops dear, pensive glooms
of nightfall'' become doubly dear on the
/ water Exquisite venus-"sublime. sweet
evening star"-hangs her thrilling lamp ear
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But. before the stars appear, a long orange
| hued passenger train. homeward bound,
curves and creaks over the bridge high
| against the crimsoned dome. Then the
lights come out. Far down the Louisville
levee, Seventh-street station becomes, at
touch, glittering bevy of silver stars; Ian
| terms flash out, red and blue, high on the
smokestacks of steamboats, along shore and
golden lamps blossom their lower and
upper decks. Lights CLEAN on the coal
| barges and from the top stories of tall fac
tories. Louisville street lights and Jefferson
| Vile street lights flash the eye, like sill
yer pennants fiuttering in the wind. Over
the lower bridge crawl the end-lights of
| long freight train, far apart; and beyond,
under the bridge, shine the lights of old
Shippingsport and the home lights of priced
New Albany. Out into the river steal count
| less wavering streamers of CLEAN from
/ Louisville lights, high on the bank or low
! along shore-"a golden fiounce to the starry
| skirts of heaven" Up stream the long, black
| island lies under the jewel-dotted bridge,
hardly visible in the now dark vista of the
river. Brightly shine into the black water
the home lights of the houseboat village
anchored off Towards shipyards: and, at
each end of the ferrys liquid street clusters
faithful bunch of golden stars in the small
shops of the ferry wharves. A red balloon
rises over the scattered lights of upper
| Jeffersonville; and coke kilns blaze along
shore, answering the red dragon-eyes of lit
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