The Goldfield news. [volume] (Goldfield, Nev.) 1904-1911, 1905-10-27

SIDE LIGHTS ON THE CAMP
s~ssnething About the Beauties Of Nature and Her Glory
When Arrayed in Her Dark Hued Robe Of Night.
Written for The News by w.P. De wolf)

in benediction, one after another the
stars begin to twinkle and to Hash
their messages of greeting one to the
other. Soon countless myriads OF these
heavenly messages go fitting across
the sky until the whole armament ra-
dates with their glory. The milky
way is fecked on either side by count
less millions Of the little fire points
until the viewer Of the wondrous spec
taele is prone to imagine that some i'm
mortal, in haste to encompass the aerial
causeway has missed his footing, and
in falling has spilled a eornucopia of
stars. Away over on the darkened
horizon, the north star, that trusted
beacon of the desert mariner as we'll as
of his brother of the sea. points out the
course to the home haven and a peace
full anchorage; the Pleiades, the seven
sister star flash and scintillate down
terry rivalry, and high Over head.
Venus, belle of the entire galaxy,
wrinkles and ~pirouttes as though co
quoting with her earthly admirers.
As the hour grows later the moon,
bright regent of the armament, bathes
hill and plain with silver light until
the mountain peaks stand out clear
and distinct against the ~serrated sky
line; in the nearer perspective the
buttes put off their sable garments of
the earlier evening and appear to draw
nearer under the influence of Lunar
magic spell as though seeking human
companionship. Even the grim old
desert feels the witching influence of
the hour and strives it's best, in its
Islumbrous, apathetic way, to shake of
the dust of the centuries and furnish
up q bit. The voices of the night are
abroad now. and commune together,
and exchange condolences with the
west wind, still damp and salty from
his bath in the Pacific. Their softly
modulated whisperings are very APP
parent to one who understands their
language and wondrous is the tale they
tell; musty secrets Of aeons long since
past; breezy scandals of the time when
old Mother Earth was young; stories
of that bygone day when Vulcan, the
mighty alchemist. filed his treasure
chests with gold and hid them in the
eternal hills; stories of the crooked
boned men and of their passing; stories
of adventurous Jasons. whose golden
argosies were wrecked amid these arid
solitudes; stories of violent deeds in
that far distant time when every
mans hand was raised against his fell
lows; ~sanguinary tales, reeking of muir
der and gold lust; tales of suffering
and the thirst that drives men mad I:
tales of kindly old %prospeetors and
their generous hospitality; tales of that
%eoterie of hardy pioneers who braved
the barkened desert and blazed the
trails for the march of civilization;
tales of the present and all it holds of
industry and progress; all these and
much more are the tenor of their whis-
perings at night, beneath the stars on
the Nevada desert.
In he far away New England town
which the writer calls home, a fair
haired little child, a wee bit of fem
ininity. many years ago in speaking of
the stars referred to them as being
Goods daisies in the meadows of
heaven Many times since as he has
gazed solemn eyed into the ~infnity of
space to where the star points now
twinkled. now disappeared. to again
twinkle forth in refulgent glory, the
poetic beauty of that little child 3
thought has been borne home to him.
Gods daisies in the meadows of
heaven. May your pathway be ever
strewn with them, little girl.