The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1913-11-27
COUNTRY NEWS LETTERS
SOME INTERESTING HAPPENINGS
VARIOUS SECTIONS.
News Items Gathered All Around the
County and Elsewhere.
Letter from Old Timer.

Wanderers Rest, Nov. 2i.-Au-
tumn leaves everywhere, yellow and
gold and brown and red, all shades
and tinges and hues, beautiful au-
tum leaves to charm and teach the
truth that beauty even in dead leaf
is greater if possible than in life.
See one wandering in forest, wad-
ing in leaves up to the shoe tops,
what fallen grandeur greets the eye;
bare limbs and branches overhead
but carpet under foot more beauti-
fui than any under the feet of Kings
in their palaces perhaps. On the
wanderer goes more and more
charmed each step as the leaves
grow deeper, the colors heighten, and
rapture leads him on. Here he stops
to look at the trees silent and grand,
all lit up with a light brighter than
an electric light, but so soft is it
that the eye is not dazzled but the
onlooker as one entranced stands and
views the scene. Yes, trees; trees
beautiful trees, so bare and grand,
stand silent sentinels over the scene.
On goes the wanderer, new beauties
on every hand to enhance the scene,
landscape so grand rolling in gentle
swell like summer sea. All at once
a sudden turn brings to view a low
sink of many feet There the leaves
are more beautiful and the descent is
begun, down goes the lone one and
he is spell bound by the grandeur,
down he goes, soon a futter on the
steep incline draws the attention of
the lone one as he stands amazed,
when 10. in the beautiful leaves he
sees as in little basket all of leaves
a little cup full of sparkling water,
clear as crystal, and in this little mite
of water two fish at play, and as they
sent the drops of water in the air
they sparkled like diamonds in the
strange soft light. Here was more
beauty, such fish, red and yellow and
gold. Soon the sides of the sink was
alive with fish, each pair in their
little socket or basket of crystal. all
floundering and playing, how fresh
and happy they looked. From whence
came the water, only little, but all
SO fresh and bright. Then the va
rieties of fish, none the wanderer had
ever seen before, all colors, shapes
and lengths, each kind BIZ twos in
their own little home Of the spark
ling nmpid water, so snugly kept for
each little pair, each home made OF
the varied autumn leaves. While the
Wanderer stood spell-bound by the
matehless beauty of all but intent in
the interest made by the fish and
their homes nothing else was noted,
when all at once the whole vale was
all life, beautiful creatures OF all
kinds began to move, each in har-
mony with the other, then was he
made to feel here IS peace, sweet
peace, coupled with elegance and
beauty. How enrapt, how eager to
see, to know whence all this scene.
But alas, like all earthly beauty, it
soon was to fade.
While thus he was held in the
revelry of his eyes, the lone wanderer
among the autumn leaves and all
things beautiful he felt the touch OF
something on his shoulder. Startled,
he turned, and there stood beaut1-
full woman of deep thought implant-
ed on her brow, her long dark hair
streaming below the waist line, her
two hands clasped as in supplication.
whispered to the rude intruder: Go
on, go on; this is enchanted ground. -
When 10, the wanderer awoke to find
that he was in his own room and
twas only a dream. Not so with the
leaves, they truly are here, and while
not as the dream, are beautiful, beau
tiful to behold. OLD TIMER.