The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-11-29
From the Los Angeles Times.

From the Los Angeles Times.
 MN | R little party of four, two old
 VJ hunters and prospectors and two ''tenderfeet," had made dry camp that night, 20 miles from water-except that which was con tained in the barrel in the wagon-and 70 miles from the nearest human habi- tation. We were far out on the Colo rado desert. near the Mexican boundary line. We had pushed on late into the evening in the hope of reaching the next water hole, but disappointed in this, we had stopped. cooked hasty supper and dead-tired with our hard days march, had at once rolled our selves in our blankets and gone to sleep, with little attention paid to our surroundings.
 awoke some time later feeling stiff and uncomfortable. l rolled over and took minute to think out the cause of this, ending by lifting my head and looking about me. The air was perfect ly clear and though no moon was shin ing the night was quite light from the myriad of stars that seemed on the point of bursting out of the sky with the energy of their twinkling My eyes dropped to the deserts level and I looked across it's fiat stretch of sand, thinly planted with stunted cactus. to the Jagged ranges of low mountains that reached along the eastern hori- zon.
 As I looked. light seemed to be growing there. but so slowly that l had to compare that part of the hori- zon with other places to assure my self that 1t was there. Little by little it grew and diffused itself upward and outward; the silh ouette of the noun tains became more distinct; the stars on that side of the sky began to lose their brilliancy: hound, sleeping with his back against that of one of the with A long drawn, muffied whine; one of the horses drew a deep sigh, got to his feet shook himself and began to munch at little pile of hay left over from his evenings meal. This little stir of life had to do duty for the uni- yersal hum and whir and movement that marks the break of dawn in habi- table parts of the world. Over all this flat waste no sound nor sign of ani- nation greeted the coming of another day: the expanse lay stark and still while the life-awakening light spread out over the sky and renected down its sterile sands.
 As watched the pale blue-tinted glow evenly spread over the eastern sky gradually deepened at the bottom and took on a reddish flush. Suddenly, long white beams shot upward. their tbs almost directly above, radiating like the ribs of an open fan. These silvery rays shimmered few moments, and then died down as, all at once, scintillating point of dazzling light na shed out at their base. Distant hill and. nearby cactus leaped out of their semi-obscurity and stood up bold and clear as in the garish light of noon day. The point grew until it was the half of q blazing disk. which suddently melted and ran along the horizon, where it lay, a glowing lake of gold.
 Then curious thing happened to the low range of mountains that lay beneath and extended beyond the lake of gold. They proceeded to conduct themselves m a manner wholly unheard of in such staid and dignIfied features of the topography. Mountains have long done yeoman service in poetry. song and elsewhere in ntera- ture. as type of all that is firm-seated, lasting and unyielding. These particular mountains. however, set out to make new reputation for their kind. First. those in the shallower waters of this lake of light detached themselves from their frm-set bases and slowly foated upward. while their companions on the dry land at the edge, tottered and reeled in an in-