Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1911-02-11
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FROM SIAM
Miss Lucy Startling Writes
Of Her Experiences in
Mission Field.

not begin until FRIDAY, out some Ol
the guests will probably arrive to-
morrow.
sat on the steps this afternoon
and looked over the yellow rice
plains below, broken clumps. OF
trees here and there, behind were
the nets, a deep violet in the fading
sunlight, about the sky was a blue
gray, merging gradually into a deep
pink. Here and there a cloud float
ed, like an enormous sea-shell, and
as the colors gradually faded and
the mountains were vailed in mist,
a single star came out, to watch
all night over the plain below.
This week God has revealed to me
such visions of beauty as | have
never seen before. The mountains
wrapped in clouds of fieecy white at
sunrise, and violet robes at twilight,
views of vast stretches of country,
from various peaks, the grandeur of
forest and waterfall, the ferns and
flowers-how can | describe them?
The words of the Psalmist continu-
ally rise to my lips, "The heavens
declare the glory of God. and the
armament showethHis handiwork. "
Miss Buck came up for over Sum-
day, and after a service for the ma
tives, we took the Waterman, and
two girls, lunch and books, and
went to the woods for the rest of
the day. After going down bill for
nearly an hour, we came to, | be-
lieve, the most beautiful waterfall
| have ever seen. Niagara, from it's
size, has more grandeur, but for
delicate, fairy like beauty and grace,
| have never seen the equal of this
l went over this morning with my
camera, and sat for three hours,
trying to get picture. But the sun
was contrary, and the trees were
thick and l couldn't get good light
on it. / finally took a SNAP shot,
but l do not hope much from it.
There is one peak, from which
one gets a particularly imposing
view of the opposite mountains
Across a ravine, it rises like huge
1t is entirely cover
ed with trees. and against the I'M
broken mass of dark, dark green,
CLEAN the white tree trunks, rising
as straight and gracefully as palms.
with no branches except at the very
top. They look like the pipes of a
giant organ. The amphitheater
seems to close around one, as if to
swallow one up in it's yastness; you
could easily imagine it peopled with
giants, who use trees for clubs and
boulders for ten pins.
One morning, in a venturesome
mood, ! climbed down the hillside,
into the ravine, to investigate the
falls, the noise of whose waters
reached me far above. | could not
find path, and had a desperate
getting through the BAN
boo thicket. The sunlight only
Deering through the vines and trees
At rare intervals, and when | reach
I'd the bottom, saw the water mad
y rushing down the rocks, like a
huge. writing surpent. On the
opposite side were black holes in the
lnder growth. but whether rocks
we're there, or only trees, it was too
lark to see. The roar of the water
vas deafening, and to tell the truth.
shouldn't have been much surpris
ed if a fiery dragon or hydra. head
ed serpent had come out of one of
those black holes. Well. didn't
stay there long to enjoy the scenery,
but clambered up the hill again,
INTO the sunlight, as fast as my legs
would carry me.
Yesterday. as we wandered down
he brook. we came to a very pic
.uresque cave, high up in the rocks.
The top was covered with a soft.
iringy fern. making a ceiling of
leep green. On the floor of the
ave was huge pile of rocks, that
lad been smoothed and plastered on
op, priests tomb. Directly above
we're some pictures in gilt. one of
'eclining Buddha. another of Buddha
tanding. with a worshipper on
'ither side. One could never want
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