The Wisconsin tobacco reporter. (Edgerton, Wis.) 1877-1950, 1922-09-29
On the Way.


gone by, go about great deal, but
few travel. The traveller is an ex-
plorer. He goes to find out, to learn,
to bring back treasures, to kindle love
for new and old places and things, to
create enthusiasm for that which is so
fearfully and wonderfully made upon
land and sea.
An automobile tour to see Wisconsin
from Edgerton west to the Mississippi
river over nearly perfect roads, and
during this season of the year in abso-
lutely perfect weather, is wonderful
experience to the traveller explorer. Go
to Prairie du Chen, to La Crosse, Wi
mona, Hudson, or on the southern route
to Dubuque, Iowa; it really makes no
difference; either route has its wonders
to reveal; if you can find time, take all,
one at time.
Placid and rich in their fertility and
matronly beauty, the landscapes of
Dane and Rock counties talk of the
past when the red men traversed these
prairies and woodlands for game, and
dreamed, ished and rested by the lakes
of Koshkonong, Stoughton and Madi-
son. The deer and antelope in herds
fed in the grassy opening and played
on the green slopes; came while the
dew was still upon their antlers to
drink at the shores Of the lakes kissed
by the first glow of the morning sun.
The birdlife, rich in variety and num-
Der, filled the timber with color and
music, and the aroma rose from the
Towering vine and the wild cherry upon
the unpoluted air. And today peopled
by its conquorers, new race. A new
race with new wonders, the wonders of
modern civilization. The life of the old
and the marvels Of the new follow the
traveller and make the journey ro-
nance of dream and reality.
Did you visit Kilbourn and the Dells,
not to take ride on the steamboat nor
to eat ice cream and drink pop in the
beauty defying booths on the banks of
the divine Wisconsin river, but to be-
hold it's thousand moods and the daring
dash of it's current in its dancing wat
ers against rugged banks? Or have
you enjoyed the serene beauty of the
verdant ridges Of La Crosse county,
with dreamy vistas of bluffs and val
legs, between the Black river and the
Mississippi, or farther south to Westby
and Viroqua? There are better things
for the traveller, better even than shin
ing fields and sleek herds. Perhaps
you did negotiate the broken landscape
between Brodhead and East Dubuque;
your pains were doubly rewarded by
the one grand sweep of the broad
bosom of the Mississippi between banks
which, especially in the fall, present a
varigated panorama of color unmatched
on the continent. Above all, do not
forget the meandering route from Ver-
ona to the drop into the ravine of
Bridgeport. The Mount Horeb heights;
blue against the distant horizon, the
Blue Mounds copse, and ridge and dale
shifting like comb and trough, rolling
between Blue Mounds and the Missis-
sippi like petrifed ocean, over the
billowy surface of which you glide in a
gas car like ship dipping its way over
the endless sea. .s
Go east to Phantom lake, Lake. Beu-
lah, Delavan lake and the unmatched
beauty of Lake Geneva, and the trav-
eler in you has distilled into his soul
enough pleasure of nature to make life
radient in its beholding and in the mem
cries of it. Lake Geneva, swimming
like big tear in the wide blue eye of
a fair maiden, Como-like in it's still and
secluded beauty, where one comes to
rest, think and thank the Lord. Go
"On the Way and be traveller. Go
and forget jazz, platform dances, pop
stands and soda fountains.