Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-30

pointed out mistake IN THIS matter.
Miranda - Said she, in this communion with
Nature we have forgotten one thing: that emlna-
ton that simplicity. you spoke about Here we have
been striving for more variety. more elaboration, a
more ornate diet you may say, and OF course
it's against the whole spirit of the thing
had to agree with her. We had begun at the
wrong to improve t what N,t was already
that is, in the matter of diet,-there was no Higher
Life than that OF the Cow.
little more light this Higher Life from these
women, and found them sitting there with branch
their hands They held the carrot against the oak
leaves and the leaves against the carrot, and ex-
claimed again and again over the beauty OF them
"Upfting! said the one.
'Ennobling!' said the other.
''Only. in the Higher Life appreciate the
beauty of these simple things What are roses and
lilies compared with them?
Yes Or jewels or pictures? We shall be nobler
and better all our days for this
Now this thought to me: How two
sprays of wild carrot and broken, ha-de bit OF
oak could make one nobler and better all one s
days, was a thing l couldn't comprehend. But L
am open minded if nothing else, and if little thing
like that would uplift me, Miranda Hopkins was
not the Cow to remain in the mire.
had to hunt around a good deal before found
a branch withered and decrepit as the one they
had and after all l had to take bit of beech IN
stead of oak; but l judged that wouldn't make
much difference. l put it with some wild carrot
stone pile, and sat down before them to be
eQ.
side of the dead beech branch, and it didn't seem
to have any effect me. l put them over on the
side, and still didn't feel either my mind or my
soul inclined to soar. Then l climbed up. on the
stone pile and looked down on them l didn't feel
poetic didn't feel ennobled didn't feel up
lifted physically. And as it was hot and sunny on
that stone pile, went to where WhltetaCe and
the Spotted Heifer and dear Hereford Ill: were
resting in the shade. carrying my dried beech twig
and the withered wild carrot.
Miranda" said Hereford III, what on earth
have you got that wild carrot for? Don't you know
it will make you ill? No intelligent Cow with any
knowledge of her internal construction would eat
Hereford Ill" said 1, Il am not going to eat
the wild carrot; l just going to look at it. 1t
is an ennobng influence. And as for this dead
Hereford Ill got up. Whiteface got up: Even
the Spotted Heifer pulled herself out of the mud
at the edge of the brook They all gathered round me
Kline existence to see and appreciate the beauty
of wild carrot You must feel the inner greatness
of stone pile and you must uplift your groveling
consciousness by the contemplation OF a gnarled
branch These things may look to you simply like
carrot and dead oak; but if you have brains,-
brains and heart and soul and deep insight into
bewilderngly beautiful in their artistic simplicity
A single flower. single stone, or even an old
fence rail- should give you thoughts that lie too deep
for tears.
Hereford Ill said that none of these things made
him feel half so bad as to see an intelligent Cow
like carried away by a crazy idea said he
couldn't understand how l had ever been taken IN
by it.
Hereford ILL.," 1 answered, Il haven't been
taken in by this dea not at all It's quite the other
way: I've taken it in, and it's making a Cow
of me, a nobler better, lovelier being. As Low
ing Kline, grazing in the Field Beautiful am try
ing to life steadily, and to see it whole This is
a little trying on the eyesight Hereford, to say
nothing of the muscles of the neck, and my chin is
getting all where l have to rest it on that pine
stump so that may unwaveringly study the beau,
tiful simplicity of the composition of that dead
hickory against the hay stack When the rest of