The record. [volume] (St. Maries, Idaho) 1913-1918, 1916-03-10

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raiment,
The costliest in the land.
Then over all is sprinkled a
diamond dust so fine
1 am sure you have seen on a
frosty night
How it will sparkle and shine.
Next morning the children go
ing out to play
Are Joined by unseen company
They fiji their hearts with fun
and glee
And spirits, too, so wild and
free.
Their good work done, the sum-
mer here,
These little people disappear.
But with winters chill and
drear
They'll come again, our hearts
to cheer
And that is whey we love them
so,
These little people of the snow.
Travelling on a few more miles
we found we were just in time to
make the last daily trip to the
foot of the mountain. Every
thing is carried on systematical-
ly. There are only certain hours
to make the trip and also for re-
turning. The government Of
ficials observe very carefully the
rules, thus making for us a safe
and pleasant journey, which
otherwise might prove very dan
ecrOus. We hear a roar
and there before us is a wild rapid
river, impatient, frothing, its
great red waves leaping one on
top of the other as if in its strg-
gle for greater freedom it must
burst its banks. Then great
red wall looms before us which
proves to be the end of the Ms
qually glacier, a mountain wall
|Of ice, covered with the red soil
which it has worn away from the
mountain. For this great ice
river moving slowly down the
mOuntainside=we cannot see il
move, but it is surely moving and
gradually cutting out the sides Of
Mt. Tacoma-this and IA other
similar glaciers are slowly but
steadily changing the shape or
this wonderful old mountain.
Here was this great ice river
which we had read about i'm child
hood and thought an impossible
thing; here was this mad, rush
ing river and its many beautiful,
wonderful waterfalls all having
their origin in a bit of pure
harmless snow.
Until this year, this would have
been the extent Of our Journey but
the government had recently fin
ished nine miles of splendid new
road leading us up to the snow
line. So it was that a company
Of 10 autos in all, we left the
Shout of Nisqually glacier wind
ing our way at height of more
than 1000 feet, overlooking the
picturesque narrow valley of the
NIsqually always in the distance
Eagle peak, barren, rugged en-
blem of strength and power
There it stands, weather-beaten
SCARED, worn by the SHOWS and
storms of winter. You can trace
the path of the avalanche where
it has carved out the sides of the
peak. Close by is a little round
top, beautifully fresh and green
impudence we might name her for
daring toe lift up her hear
among such rugged granduer
At the end Of this road cut out
of solid rock we take one long
look at the valley, thousands OF
feet below and while we are
thrilled at the beauty of it and the
wildness of it, little shivers run
all over US at the thought of whaf
would happen us if the least thing
went wrong win our car. Their
we pass through the silver for
est, where a fierce fire once ragged
! The bark has fallen from tn,
trees leaving them silver grey
Thus they loom ghost-like iR ID
twilight reminding one Of a fas
cemetery and it is with a~-fe6lihs
| of sadness that we pass on, re.
alizing that this is all that is lef
OF once beautiful forest, like S,
many departed spirits. Thes,
noble trees had withstOOd tn,
hardships of winters for year.
land years, only to be ruthlessl,
destroyed.
(TO be continued