The sun., 1913-11-02

we VINO moved upon II, LOT tIIe St'hH'
swcrved westward in an abrupt ""
that, though her decks were broad III
floors of dance hall, made those WI
stood upon the deck aware that sh
turned. Then another swcrve and be
hind us IA foaming interrogation mar
of white, snow white wake on the SUI
face Of the water, and ahead-ahca1
more ajesty OF still lake water, mil
ions of frs rising and rising up OF
either side.
When the timber area stopped rougl
peaks with wavcring ridges looked sleep
lily over the tree tops. Beyond thcS'
orests, away back, prccipiccs stood, grim
and sphnNlikc. Every here and there
they were cleft, broken open by fissurcs
like scars. to look up to which all tn
passcngcrs on the deck down here had
the backs Of their heads pressing "u
their collars. like people looking at SIX"
pictures at the Academy. l have been
informed by artists that the ski"d p.'-
lures at the Academy are often not o..
bad as the ones on the line; but here IN
this great landscape exhibition seen from
the deck of the stcrnwhcelor tlt
hrcathed grandly down the Arrow Lax
British Columbia who could say VIII,
views were greatcst-thc low view
along the shore, the views of the ed,
IF the timber, the views of the bald t'i..
of the first ridges, the views OF IT,
mountain forests beyond or the view
up the long assures, the stup"nd"H.
high valleys, that only "A sense of Il
tance and proportion told one w"r" Il
mere cracks, but upland valleys "
creeks foaming in them and goats lvair
ing and perhaps some lonely prospect
with a hanging headed and lean cayu-.
close at his heels seeking. bcmused
silence, for silver lead.
Men who have sailed the South S.
talk of landfalls there, of palms risH
at dawn above the horizon and brin-.a.
up magic isles at their roots, and an
disclosing a bay and "A ribbon of ,.''
before the bay. and a whalcboat ldpin-
through the surf to meet them. If It %.
the will of the red gods We shall st" thu
too before We die. But If We cannot. ~
have seen this, and a man cannot $50
everything he desires in the absurd
short span of life. For one thing, q,
least, we are Grateful--for this.
Presently the steamer whistled, jH-'
as the end of the lake seemed again T.,
| he rushing down on us. whlstled am
swept aside. and a fresh reach opcn,i
awoke, up in the hills. hollow boom
the echo of the steamers whistle, AM
everybody looked up quiet. The
steamer breathed on. two or three grcat
| brcaths from her engines.
What a tiny thing she must hay,
seemed to the invisible goats up ON thcs'
peaks. despite her decks. broad as danc-
ing floors. Then high up, ever 50 high.
"A n nnt har an
other, deep and yet strangely mild and
mutlicd in its sorority. The creviccs "i
the furthest peaks were cchoing tn
whistle with which this little speck o'
| a thing of mans making had dared t'
| break the silence
We whistlcd because we had on boar
| "A sack of flour, one of potatoes ana -
| fitch Of bacon, and a letter to land at
spit of shingle Even now the engine
had stopped. The shinglc spit was rush
| ing at us. There was a low. rumblnG,
grating sound as it went under our
bows. At the top of the shinglc, whcr"
a trail came out of the woods, a lean
horse stood with the rcins hanging from
the bit to the ground.
| ON the shinelc was a man in black
shirt high laced boots and rough trou-
scrs, under Hopping slouch hat. II"
looked up srimly at us. \ plank pro
| truded from lower deck. and down II
| a deckhand ran balancing "a sack. After
| him ran another deckhand, balancinc
| "a second sack on one shoulder and
holding the fitch of bacon on the Other
the way tightropc walkers perform
with japanese umbrella. The man
on the shingle went with sliding AMI
rattling steps, up to his pony, led Il
down to the sacks, and began to load
them onto its back.
our engines hreathcd and brcathrd
and breathcd, and nothing happened for
a few minutes hut an apparently aimlrs
churning. Then suddenly the shingl
let us go again. We were off, steam
ing backward from the shore. by III
time we had stopped, reversed th'
engines again for ahead the little a.
~ a man on the shinglc had loaded h.
pack pony. lie was slthering up TIN
short strip of shinglc ahead of it,
With one look round at the steamer
we could just see the head turn and h
hand so up and wave adicu-hc disap
pcarcd among the trees, going in un''
their lowest branches like a man cnt''
ing the low, squat door dow and suut'
by comparison with what scars over "
that isl Of some great cathedral II t
knockknced and knowing little ponl
followed him with a final sweep "f its
tail. and once again the whole stuprn
dous wilderness (chaos OF pine trees and
boudcrs and splts OF sand. cleared
patches and high ultimate peaks wit
snow On the darker sides of their loft
iissures) was silent and primitive ar
needless as man.