Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1913-09-12
A SUMMER IDYL,
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From the Springfield Republican.
It is the height of summer, a strange
evere summer, not fulfilling the prom
Use of May. Drouth possesses u i'm
mediate regions, and all the rOp
suffer. That old saw, that a wet May
fills the barns with hay, is much dis
credited this year; the grass dwtndle8
and pines, fades and withers. and will
not make near half q crop. And SO with
many vegetables; never was there a
June and July when the hoe and the
employed. Dry farming is what the
farmers are all compulsorily trying:
and they don't feel happy over their
task. They are better off in the irrfga-
ton country. The great task remain
Ing before man. now that he can ny,
ocean, is to bit and bride the weather.
This may not be q wild fancy; 1t is
but 30 short a time since these things
We're fancies,-since the conquest Of
electricity was a vagary, nay, since the
harvesting of steam was even un-
dreamed of. Who shall dare say that
man may no yet wrest from the great
Adversary his proud title of the prince
of the powers Of the air? It is not to
be complacently endured hat 1t should
belong to 80 very michevtous q per-
sonage. The day will probably be CO.
incident with the advent of perpetual
peace. which also is q dream at this
present. But dreams, we know, some-
times come true.
There has been much beauty in skies
and winds. The earth blossomed
beautifully and ~profusely, though Its
fruitage hereabouts fails to come up to
expectations. Brilliant have been the
day, and the wild west wind, that
breath Of Natures being" as the
poet called It, has been sweet and brisk
enough,-too brisk and too busy, for
the other winds have gone out of COM
mission, while 1t has kept up incessant
chase of the ~rain-clouds, beating them
to pieces, driving them over this region
without giving them q chance to drop
their burden where w need It so much.
The mtdr1ost Of h season is reached,
n the n prophetic day has struck
the warning note of autumn. It is the
turn of the year. The trees have lost
their lush rich green. g has passed
upon them. and the foliage is touched
with dun pigments from the mineral
salts It has drawn. through Its roots.
And the first of the golden rods is in
evidence, while with them the black
eyed Susans and st. John's-worts
have brought In the deepest colds of
the year over the fields. One catches
In the woodland as well as in the vine-
yaIUS the IlTSC suggestive fragrance Ol
the grapes, inc bluberries and black
berries are ripening. No more the sweet
briar and wild rose smile on the pasture
hillsides, they and the laurels are OF
the past. lovely and glorious memories
there was never q more wonderful
blooming Of the great Kalmia. and
Blandford was prouder than ever of
her magnificent display. The day of
the orchids and mushrooms is at hand.
It is on the hills that the finest pleas
ures and joys Of 'sthe good old summer
time" are to be had, and the city
dwellers e taking possession of these
Blooms more and more. until the tenn
porary population of the old hill towns
81 working transformation there. For
on the heights the free air redeems
the heats. tempertng the blaze OF the
ovlar furnace which riots In the valleys
The days are gorgeous with that blaze
and blessed with the swift breezes
whose vigor breathes through the midst
OF heat. ."Out OF the eater came forth
neat and out Of the strong came
phor1cally Of summer. In the lifted
countryside. far above the smokes and