The Ordway new era., 1914-04-03
4 IERE is a strange satisfaction
In having any great experience
Of life reserved for one until
MATURITY NJ fhouNht and a de-


OF life reserved for one until
maturity of thought and de-
velopment of the appreciative
faculties insure an understanding
point of view upon IL
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 I'VE can do anything but once ~
the flrst time" was the thought I lad
ipsrsistently Anasnd - ! reached fos-
01dA,BsospeSs to ,my.l impss
.of the Grand Canyon 6f the Yellow
stone, writes Neeta Marquis IN the
Los Angeles Times. It was not only
to be my nrst vision Of this canyon
but OF any Grand Canyon in the world.
and ached with the sense Of what It
WAS going to mean to me.
All the way had abstained from
guide books with almost religious
.earnestness, lest other travellers Inn
ipressions taken beforehand might
blur my own when the time came for
their forming. All the freshness Of
lfirst wonderment must be reserved for
my own eyes. Beauty filtered through
auother's consciousness IL good. II 1t
can be had in NO better way. But this
was my opportunity for better
way. u 7~3-t b.
stream Teemed With Fish.
II had rained during the night. but
that had only Quickened the mountain
lair 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
1eaped and frolicked In it's 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 it.. taking fan
tastic shapes at times around the
quaint little grassy islands which
broke the continuity of its flow.
We halted to make detour on foot
to gaze upon the Mud Geyser. 1t was
a weird, almost q sickening sight-a
hole under a mountain side forever
and forever belching forth thick
black liquid permeated with the odor
of sulphur.
There was somewhat primordial in
the ugliness OF 1t. 1t repelled while
It fascinated me. 1t depressed me to
think that year in and yecr out,
through all the blue and green beauty
Of June and the snowy loveliness OF
December. there is no cessation to the
motion or to the slop, slop sound OF
the slimy mud in It's heavy splashing
1t was the monster Caliban in realm
of enchantment-the one unlovely
thing we saw in the park
A few feet away from this Caliban
was the Miranda of the Isle. small
and beautiful clear water geyseI
sparkling forth from under little
sheltering gable-roof Of golden and
green formation. And the black
stream and the clear one could not
but meet as they flowed down to q
common level.
It was good to be driving for miles
through the sweet, placid, rain-wet
valley after we left this point.
We approached from the rear the
falls which mark the head. Of the
Grand Canyon, and we had no intima
ton of their hearness in the steady
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