Bisbee daily review., 1918-03-03
A HAPPY HOUSEHOLD HIGH UP ON
 THE HILLSIDE

In the midst of the big snowstorm last Thursday F. F. McLellon. local
 manager for the Hood and Bledsoe Automobile company. called for the Ter-spaT er man in e panting snort
 ing f'ivver and took him away through the swirling. sweeping snow flakes to his mountain home. This newspaper man has lived in the dis trict for nearly year and accounted himself an old timer. and yeti he had never been ascended to one of the cottages and handsome homes that deck the mountain side all along the canyon up to the divide. They look ed high. these houses. but they did not look as high as they really are.
 The little car plunged around the curves and ascended the steep road way like broncho. When it final ly stopped in front Of the McLellon home this newspaper man looked with Gmazement and great joy upon scene as striking and as strange as any he has ever witnessed.
 Up the canyon the crest of the divide was shrouded in a white cur tain Of snow. and down the canyon Cnly a white mist of snowflakes show ed where the Sacramento Hill ought to be. Far below him the canyon road lay Ss spotless and beautiful as bridal veil. It was magnificent scene. And it was a strong scene. Bucky O'Neil's point was as massive and awe-inspiring as a gladiator in its white mantle. and it loomed close to the eye across the chasm. The plain and homely spruce and noun tain oak trees were so dolled up in their new white clothes that they pre- sented the Illusion of Japanese peach trees in full bloom. But. alas. like all vanity of vanities. these garments were fleeting as breath upon a window pane.
 After all it is simply impossible to describe that snowstorm view from the McLellon house on the hill The depth end vastness of the scene were smcthered in white. but a break here and there in the pressing hosts of the snowflakes showed the powerful sweep of cliff and valley visible from this point of vantage.
 The newspaper man went in to rest and warm a minute before braving the storm for the trip back to his of flee den. and his host. with pride that was surely justified showed him through the handsome and comfort able cottage he had built up among the crags. Looking upward from the roadway in the canyon the average man might well pity those poor folks in the houses that look so frail and small and accessible up there against the great shoulder of the mountain. But when one gets up there and sees how nice these houses really are and how far removed from the dust and noise of the traffic below. ones pity changes to envy. No man worthy of being called a man. could be little and narrow and mean and live in a place like this. One look out of his window at the depths below or the distant mountains would make him ashamed. Yes. he would be afraid to be mean
 And imagine NIT. McLellon sitting. on a summer evening on his porch up there in the cool and quiet of the looking at the stars in the sky just above the peaks and the lights of Bisbee just below the peaks. and trying to figure out which was which. Some class about that. Rest and inspiration over night to carry him through jauntily the next day. And imagine this newspaper man sit- ting on his porch down in Warren with his feet touching the ground and about everything else in town. includ- ing the rest of the ground. above him, and him looking up to it, and wonder ing how soon some one would come along and roll something down on top Df him.
 That's the way you feel about lt when you stand pn the McLellon porch up on that mountain and look Town on the rest of the district and ,ll of creation that you can see. This dea of a home on a high place IS , wise and happy idea, after all