Milford chronicle., 1911-03-17

the party" were only stationary
objects. 1t is impossible to picture
in words or by brush this wonderful
art gallery. Thomas Moran tried it
with perhaps more success than any
! other and the result from his studies,
as he saw it, hangs in the Capitol at
Washington, which many of you
have seen. Fitz-James MacCarthy
says of it "No one except Moran
has found even approximate express
sion for the unique splendors, the
fascination and the awe of this un-
paralleled scene. But for truth,
the finest effects here are altogether
uncommunicable by brush or pen.
They give themselves up only to the
/ personal presence. You cannot paint
silence. nor a sound, nor an odor,
nor an emotion nor a sob, If you
are skillful you may suggest them
to the Imagination, but that is all,
and Moran's fine picture does that
admirably" But remember it is
only a glimpse, a suggestion of the
real. 1t needs to be seen with ones
own eyes. l have travelled the wide
world around, but never in any land
have seen anything that so filled me
with awe. Out of the great void,
which seemed to beckon us, one fine
looking man of our party clutched
a tree for fear he would impulsively
obey its summons and would not re-
linguish his hold until we were ready
to leave that spot. A little girl of
nine years said 81 think it is very.
very deep and grand and it must
have taken very long time to make
it. would like to stay here forever,
it is so beautiful. " This master
furrow" was doubtless plOwed by
the Colorado River cutting its way
through the rocks, draining the great
States of Wyoming, Colorado, Utah !
and Arizona, and pouring its torrents
into the Gulf of California. ages be-
fore you and | came on the sphere
of action, and it is still ploughing |
deeper and deeper.
On our return to Williams about |
II p. M, the eastern train being an
hour and half late, we had a little
in chasing the End sec
ton of the Cal. Limited, as it out
run and come along ahead of the 1st
section, oweing to a slight break
down at Kansas City. The station
agent had not been informed of this,
so told us that it was the 1st section
and to wait for the 2nd, as our
sleeper was engaged on the latter
But fortunately v the conductor was
soon on hand looking for his passen-
gers. "What is the number of your
car, ladies?" "No. T." "That is
it up there" With all speed we
made for it and were soon put to
bed. Early next morning someone
called to the porter, Cant you give
us some fresh air, we are nearly
cooked " o, | was making the car
hot so the mothers could dress the
babies When the berths were put
up, it was found there had not been
1 baby, nor even a child in the car
Amid the arid desert Of Eastern
California, when there was not a
hing attractive without and we were
onging for sight Of the beautiful
and we knew was just beyond, very
pretty thing occurred, each passen-
ger was presented with a beautiful
)oquet of freshly cut flowers. Mine
vas white and red carnations with
asparagus fern furnishing the green.
n due time we saw the real Califor-
lia with its blossom embOwered
houses, its orange groves laden with
ruit, and arriving at Pomona was
oyally greeted by my niece, her
husband, whom | had not met be-
ore, and who at once took me into
lis heart saying 'Now Auntie, my
lome is your home The three
title grand-nieces were not less cor
.ial in their welcome
What a rest and refreshment to be '
D this beautiful christian home l q
yas soon taken into the yard that l c
night pluck a real orange from S
cal orange tree. Itwas an immense s
ne.
Respectfully yours,
Mrs. Anna y Davis Salvage. :