Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1914-05-15

Of life reserved for one until
maturity Of thought and a de-
velopment of the appreciative
faculties insure an understanding
point Of view upon 1t.
AS Theodore Dresser has said
apropos Of his recent first visit to Lon
don, I'VE can only do one thing signi-
ficantly once. The first time Of any
important thing sticks and lasts; 1t
comes back at times, and haunts you
with its beauty and its sadness"
I'VE can do anything but once for
the first time," was the thought had
persistently in mind as l reached for.
ward in prospect to my first glimpse
Of the Grand Canyon OF the Yellow
stone, writes Neeta Marquis In the
Los Angeles Times. 1t was not only
to be my first vision OF this canyon
but OF any Grand Canyon in the world,
and ached with the sense of what 1t
was going to mean to me.
All the way | had abstained from
guide books with almost religious
earnestness. lest other travellers i'm
pressions taken beforehand might
blur my own when the time came for
their forming. All the freshness OF
first wonderment must be reserved for
my own eyes. Beauty filtered through
anothers consciousness is good, II 1t
can be had in no better way. But this
was my opportunity for q better
way.
Stream Teemed With Fish.
II had rained during the night. but
that had only quickened the mountain
air and laid the dust on the long gray
roads. Starting from the Antwerp-blue
lake, our journey followed first along
the Yellowstone river, a clear cold
green stream teeming with fish, which
leaped and frollcked In its transpar.
ent tide.
Pine forests loomed dark beside the
road. and the sky above was thick and
soft with brooding rain clouds.
The forests receded as we advanced
and before long the way opened out
into the famous Hayden valley. lush
with grass and rich In colors OF gold.
en- green. reddish brown, mauve and
tan and pink. The green river flowed
through the middle OF II, taking fan.
tastic shapes at times around the
quaint little grassy islands which
broke the continuity OF its flow.
We halted to make a detour on foot
TO gaze upon the Mud Geyser. II was
q weird, almost sickcning sight-a
hole under mountain side forever
and forever belching forth n thick
black liquid permeated with the odor
Of sulphur.
There was somewhat primordial IN
the ugllness Of It. II repelled while
II fascinated me- II depressed me &c
think that year In and year out
through all the blue and green beaut,
OF June and the snowy lovellness O,
December. there is no cessation to tn,
motion or to the slop. slop sound o.
the slimy mud in its heavy splashlng
II was the monster Callban in a realm
OF enchantment-tho ono unloyel,
thing we saw In tho park.
A few feet away from this CalIbar
was the Miranda Of the Isle, a small
and beautiful clear water geyse
sparkling forth from under llttl,
sheltering gable.roof OF golden an,
green formation. And tho blacl
stream and the clear one could no
but meet as they flowed down To
common level
1t was good to be driving for mile
through the sweet, placid. rain.we
valley after we left this point
We approached from the rear tn,
falls which mark the head OF tn,
Grand Canyon, and we had no intima
tion OF their nearness in the steady