Las Vegas daily optic. [volume] (Las Vegas, N.M.) 1880-1908, 1904-07-16

Just as / sat down the snade
of a huge fir tree at 8 O'Clock a. H.,
to push a faber No. 8, for the folks
at home a tiny chegar--so we used to
call them-ran quickly on to the white
page. as if to display his beauty and
exhibit himself as a champion sprint
81. You know these little creatures
like some Of tn ehuman kind, are new
er still, but moving with a nervous ac,
1ivity. which would SOC wear cut The
giants Of the animal kingdom.
| wondered to myself, what is that
minute mite OF creation, not larger
than a pin head, here for? Who made
him and what is his mission IN this
world? How complete his organism.
how perfect his action, and then my
mind turned toward the larger things
of life, and | contrasted the mighty
elephant and the mastodon of ante
deluvian times, with this little insect,
both perfect, all moulded by some
creative hand or agency, for some
wise purpose, beyond the power Of
the finite mind to conceive. Trnly,
nature is wonderful, beyond human
conception in the smallest as well as
the greatest of its manifestation, and
go
yet to SO many thousands it is a seal.
ed book.
The sons of men plod along I'M
moved by the incomprehensible, by
awe inspiring wonders, and think
not.
They behold Gods star lit sky,
spangled with innumerab,e gems Of
light, glittering and twinkiing al
night, they see the earth covered
with moss curiously formed and bright
hued flowers, arranged in natural clas-
sfiication, all about them is insect,
animal and human life, perfect in
every detail, all mysteriously design
ed, skilfully contrived parts o. one
great system of existence, and
accept it all without thought, never
asking from whence, why, or what for.
We are so continuously in presence
of mysteries. accept them So much
as a matter of course, that the aver
age mind, never wonders.
One of the pleasures of camp life, is
that one may steal away into some
quiet nook, and moved to repose by
the ripping waters, think and thank.
But, to return to things practical,
to get back into actual life. this is a
perfect morning. The continuous
gurgling of the springs OIL n side,
the ripling of the Gallinas on the
other, the mountains all about us, the
bending boughs Of pine, AMI oak, Of
cottonwood and birch, the smoke as
cending from the s~mouldering camp
fire, the group OF campers scattered
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here and there, in hammocks or I'M
der the trees, reading, the white tents
combined, make a picture Of real hap.
piness seldom excelled, while The cool
and perfect air is a tonic, invigorating
and healthful.
Nature offers to the sick, worn out
and tired one in this life, without
money and without price," a healing
balm for every i'll.
At high noon Yesterday we heard
a welcome call at the road side. be-
yond the camp, and Don a guide
brought Mr.. and Mrs. Gise and Ro1-
ert quickly to this Eden of rest. Rob-
ert was properly armed with a reg
ulation gun, and very soon the crack
OF his rifle told the jay birds and chip
hunks It was time to depart.
Cassius came armed with his usual
dignity, while Mrs. Gise brought
along that happy laugh. which bright.
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eng life wherever she goes.
For company dame nature oyeF.
cast the sky with clouds. ami drops
Of rain began 10 fall as a welcome to
our guests.
The boys had constructed a table
with conveniently arranged seats, In
a clump of trees, where II was seclud.
ed and shaded, but with no covering
overhead.
From the bottom Of Hallet's chuck
wagon a large tarpaulen was brought
out and spread high up over the table.
giving full protection against both
rain and shine and beneath this cover.
ing, regardless of a lively shower, a
meal was eaten, equal to that Of the
famous Delmonico Of the olden time.
Did Robert have any fun, did Cas-
sius inhale a few thousand tons Of
pnre air, and narrate a few truthful
fish stories? Go ask them.
In my last letter I did Waldo an