Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1914-04-03

49, AASNAAA0 SA1J toAN"> SAPSAANAA
of life reserved for one until
maturity of thought and a de-
velopment of the appreciative
faculties insure an understanding
point of view upon it.
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 it's beauty and it's 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
stora, writes Meta 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 altered through
another's consciousness is good, If it
can be had in no better way. But this
was my opportunity for a 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, clear cold
green stream teeming with fish, which
Ieened and frolicked In its transpar-
ent tide.
Pine forests doomed 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
an green, reddish brown, mauye and
tan and pink. The green river flowed
through the middle of it, taking fan
tastic shapes at times around the
Quaint little grassy islands which
broke the continuity of its how.
We halted to make a detour on foot
IN gaze upon the Mud Geyser. 1t was
a weird. almost sickentng slght-a
hole under mountain side forever
and forever belching forth thick
black LIQUID permeated with the odor
OF sulphur.
There was somewhat primordial In
the holiness of 1t. 1T repealed Wnhe
1T fascinated me. 1t depressed me 10
think that year in and year OUT
Through all the blue and green beauty
oF Iune and the snowy loneliness OF
nacember. there is no cessation to the
motion or to the slop. slop SOUND Oh
tha slimy mud in its heavy splasnlng'
- voc the monster Caliban In realm
os enchantment-the one unloVeiy
thing we saw i'll the park.
A few feet away from this Cahoan
was the Miranda Of the Isle smsli
and beautiful clear water geyser
snarkling forth from under a little
sbaItarinr gable-roof of golden and
yraen formation. And the oiack
stream and the clear one could not
hnt meet as they flowed down to a
common level IL.
II was good to be driving for miles
.r,n the sweet, placid, rain-wet
~a,lev after we left this point
We anproached from the rear the
,.n. Which mark the head OF the
Grand Canyon, and we had no inona-
..,.r - their nearness in the steady.