The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1910-10-07

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to us an interesting moment
in evolution. We are caught back to
the shadowy starting point Of our lit
tie history. and behold with modern
eyes that Incompatible act OF defiance,
that sublime and earliest experiment.
which first set humanity on its legs
and enabled a philosophic poet aeons
later. to make the boast that man be-
gins where nature ends"
To come upon a new piece Of walk
Ing ground is one of the Joys of life.
and the Joy is one that burns for com.
monalty. To share the discovery
with the fraternity of pedestrians Is to
take the walk over again, and this Is
what would do with particular walk
in Cornwall. Cornwall is full OF good
walks. for 1t has more field paths than
any part Of England l have yet ex-
ground par excellence OF these beauti.
full islands on account OF Its cliffs. To
walk along these cliffs, no matter
what the weather may be. is to drink
deep of the wine Of life. 1t Is to feel
the goodness and who.esomeness of
existence. to realize the grandeur of
the earth and the splendor of the sea,
to draw into ones being the energy
and rejoicing strength OF vital power.
and to exclaim with the poet.
frances of thought and mountings of
the mind come fast upon me-"
Thousands OF people In the course
OF the summer make the excursion
from Penzance to Lands End. They
arrive In motor cars, motor buses, car
riages and char-a-bancs; they eat a
very good luncheon at the Lands End
Hotel. 60 down to the rocks at the
base OF the cliffs. see the head OF DR..
Syntax. contemplate the Longships
Lighthouse and then return to Pen.
zance with the dull conviction that
they have seen all that Is to be seen
at the Lands End. And only ten min
utes' walk from the hotel. across
field path delicious to go upon. II such
cliff scenery as dwarfs to q silly In
significance the ledge Of rocks known
as Lands End. Only ten minutes
walk. But 1t takes the trained eye Of
a walker to see the possibilities OF
that path. He who took me on this
walk had me out OF bed at six o'clock
on a wet morning and hurried me into
a train which began the days service
at our wayside ststion. We reached
Penzance at half past seven. and
drove in a carriage TO the Lands End.
where we took our breakfast and made
light of the weather. Before many
people were In their baths We were
crossing the field path. our backs to
Wesley's narrow neck OF land. and
we're soon climbing the coast guards
path TO the misty top Of our first cliff.
On either side was spread charming
mosaic OF flowers. The blue OF In
Vulnerable scyllas. the rich yellow of
buttercup and bird's-foot trefail. the
delicate beauty OF sea pinks. the
feathery Wilderness Of stitchwort, the
little bells Of stoneerups growing In
sponge-like heaps. the occasional red
splendor OF campions-an these and
many more In flowing carpet OF daz-
cling daisies, with bushes of the never
bloomless furze and broken clumps of
heather and ling on every side. made
our winding and ascending path a way
Of enchantment As It Is impossible
to number the flowers OF this lovely
place. so It Is impossible to exagger-
ate their matchless delight: that gilt.
tering carpet. wet with sea mist and
shining In the eye of a watery sun.
must be seen to be imagined: neither
the pomp Of rhetoric nor the cunning
OF metaphor can lash its pleasures
upon the inward eye. Perhaps one II
wiser to leave out all the rarer nov-
ers, to say nothing at all Of the clash
Of color. and merely to declare that In
the dip Of the land the earth u white
With daisies. and on the headland q
gentle glory q pinks.