Putnam patriot., 1911-11-03

and thus in all probability they have writ and met and are by this time on their honeymoon.
 Thus with sadness in my heart l leave this spot of romance and move on to the other cave, further along the mountain side, but lower down, where drinkable water is usually found. So 1 make my way over rocks, and rocks and rocks again, only to find that the spring is dry. What a calamity for one who is thirsty. But never mind, the pipe line of other day is still there, so I repair 1t, clean out the pool and wait for the water to gather, but so slowly it oozes from out the rocks that my thirst becomes disgusted and dis appears. A few rods on the water drips from the ceiling, but here also in insufficient quantity and though 1 leave my cup standing to catch the drirpings, a full half hour goes by ere it Is filled. Very well, l can get along without water when there is none, and as the view from here is fine 1 decide to remain.
 It is eleven o'clock, the day divine, 1 the sun bright and Illuminating every rock and cranny of the canyon walls. The waters of the creek sparkling and dashing its spray into the air.
 The cave is not really a cave, but a sheltered spot under hugh shelving rock that juts out from the side of the cliff perhaps hundred feet above the stream. It is always cool here and when the water runs from the minia ture reservoir then the spot is all that may be desired for a resting place. Down below the stream rushes along with thunderous roar, and lying up of the eternal rocks 1 enjoy the sound to the utmost and am lulied 10 sleep by the music of the waters.
 Before me rises the canyon wall to the height of T thousand feet, dark and massive, likewise behind me, only here the rock masses are piled helter skelter one upon the other and look as if they might start to roll down at any mo- ment. A few feet above the creek on the opposite side lies the railroad bed twisting and turning with the line of the canyon. To the left the walls join, forming seemingly an end to the can. yon, and one pauseS to wonder where the waters come from, while on the right far down they shut in the stream again so suddenly and completely as if gate had closed upon them and yet the waters go on. There also the Hume iS seen resting like twisted black snake against the mountain side.
 Environed by all this beauty of Ma ture's handicraft l eat my lunch in peace, then for time find joy in the pages of a book Truly il is delight ful spot.
 Suddenly a crashing peal causes me to look aloft. The brilliant sky of halt an hour ago has vanished and the heavens hang dark with threatening clouds, and what l had imagined a blast among the hills was the advance guard of the artillery of the hosts above.
 Across the stream fellow comes l hastening down the railroad track, ev- 1 idently in hurry to get somewhere 1 before the threatening storm breaks. | When opposite me he stops and halls. l can see him gesticulate but not s word reaches me for the roar of the | stream drowns all other sounds. He hurries on probably in great disgust at my silence.
 l climb out to the edge of the rocks and sit perched like Lorelei, only my costume consists of other than a adornment, and from here watch the foaming of the stream and the gathering clouds. The view is fine