Arizona republican., 1919-12-14

passing hunter tells us that there has
 been careless and unwaranted shoot ing the day before the birds killed and wounded without attempting to re- trieve them. Too bad that this thing should go on when the good game
 localities of the country are growing more restricted every year and clean 1 sportsmen travel further and further
 to find decent days shooting. | As we pass through the big pines of Rahnbun Meadows two eagles soar
 overhead and seem to lead us into the mystery of the mountains.
 | At 11:22 the resident guide at Knights Camp signs the time of our arrivals and we are at the end of the l first log of our journey and only half l the day is gone-we still have the Rim
 of the World to explore,. Knights is l closed for the season but the guide 1 telephones Big Bear Lake tavern and
 on our arrival there we find cheer per 1 sonified.
 Here a great lodge has been built, 1 fashioned from the very woods them selves. It is redolent of the forest the great out of doors-and no man can rest there without feeling the bet
 ter of it. Our only regret is in not being able to spend the night for great beds made from rough logs made soft with springs and mattress and snowy linen invite you 10 stay within walls whose windows are hung with gay ehintz. A log fire roars and crackIes
 in great fireplace of field stone big enough to hold a regiment Every
 thing is spick and span and we sit iii
 the cosy dining room and polish off a meal -hn appetite.
 After dinner, pipes and cigars are lighted, but we have our big drive
 ahead of us, and turn reluctantly from where skies and snow shoes and bob
 sleds are being made ready for sports
 for the winter visitor and strike out
 for Mill Creek trail. Dinner has con-
 suumed and hour and half and it is
 12:50 when Mir. and Mrs. Brush and
 Mir, Meyers. our hosts at the tavern,
 sign our sailing papers and We are on
 our way.
 Soon Bear Lake is only memory
 among the pines and after an hours climb in which chains stood us in good
 stead on the snowy roads, we reacL
 the summit of the valleys rim, the very rim rim of the Rim of the World and then dropping down to Clark Grade from wonderful heights are on a road that winds and turns at every undu-
 lation of the mountain, road that hugs close to the side, safe and pass able. yet as full of thrills as an Alpine climb and with scenery that you must see for yourself. I cannot do it de- seriptiye justice
 Far below you can see Clark's ranch , and the beautiful Santa Ana valley Here is old Gray back from another
 rocky side and ribboned beneath us is the road we are soon to follow. At 2:S0 we reach Santa Ana control The caretaker has gone but signs ae- paint us with road routes and we stay full hour to keep the one way road
 secure for travellers who may be com ing our way. None appear and al 330 We enter Mill Creek control Another hour finds us at Harvey's
 at the end of the control and soon we 5 pass out of the wonderful Angelus : forest reserve, pass the dry bed of the ' Santa Ana river and through the clos ing gateway of the Santa Ana that seems to softly close behind us in the : gathering dusk as one would close ths gate of an old garden fragrant with memories.
 ! In the distance Redlands glows fol ! a moment under declining sun. Far \ ther on San Bernardino stands, a blu of smoke and cloudy indistinetness Soon lights reach out to stab the dark ' ness like tiny stars-candles to ligh . the way to home. and the purple haze settles over the mountains with jus ' an iradescent gleam over Eagle Pas.