Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1934-09-07

that trip made me realize and appre-
ciate for the first time the convenience
and facility of my own country. But
not for long did wish hadn't come
Those three days will live in my
memory as an experience beyond
mundane things and words, and yet
somehow tied up with them to give
me a better understanding Of the
hearts of men. The great Rocky
Mountainsl And Of rock they are.
Majestically towering, patient, pride
full peaks, white-gleaming with snow
and sunlight and brushed by the
clouds of yearning welled up out of
the soul of humanity. Each one of
those mountains is like soul-rug-
ged and smooth, unfeeling and SYM
pathetic, stretching into the sky and
yet rooted in the core of the earth.
The waters of their rivers and lakes
are so clear and pure that they are
beyond white-more the color Of a
robins egg, than anything else I
know Of. Lake Louise is peace be-
yond beauty. Near Banff there
is particular mountain that l shall
always see in swiftness Of grey rock
cutting like a knife edge into blue
sky.
The richness of the earth is spread
out over the rolling black loan fields
of Alberta Province Square lines
and varying colors of crops and the
dotting wheat stacks stretch out in
distance to the dim mountain ranges.
But, they say, it's a place of freak
Eeather-sudden hailstorms, drying
winds, or unexpected blasts of heat
and cold. The West at its height l
saw in this Alberta Province. We
had dinner in Macleod and start
ed on to Cardston for the night. Sud-
denly across the field, glowing soft
hues in the clear afterlight of day, l
saw a perfect semi-circle of trans
parent rose light-at least as wide in
diameter as the dome Of the Capitol.
was confused and called Mrs. Mills
attention to it. At first she said it
must be a distant snow capped noun
tain. But that perfect roundness and
the nearness of it! Could it be the
sun, l thought? No, it was in the
East. The moonl Slowly, slowly it
drifted up out of the field, so near to
me as had never felt even the pre-
sence of any unearthly thing before
Quietly it moved close over the shift
ing lights-green, purple, and blue
of the fields. A great round lucid,
liquid veil! ineredulously l gasped,
and the earth swan about my head.
The horizon swept in far circle
about US and the moon. And all
around was beauty. The dim cobalt
outline Of mountain range Jagged
the line of the horizon in the West,
and a glow was above it. To the
right of the range dark blue streak
swept out in a streak over the scarlet
Elm left by the sun along the edge
bf the earth almost around to that
spirit moon. Now and then we pass
ed, outlined against the sky, cowboys
rounding up herd of cattle or the
brude wagon of an Indian family 60
ing home across the harvest fields.
About an hour it was so, and then
the moon slipped quickly away from
US and became far, cold planet in
the night.
The United States dollar used to
be worth twenty-three cents more in
Canada and now we owe four cents
on dollars worth there. Too badl
Especially when regular gas is thirty
nine cents a gallon and the best oil
forty-fve 4 quart.
Glacier Park, like the Canadian
Rockies and Grand Canyon, has a
beauty Of deeper significance than
the majestic and glamorous material
glory of mountains and depth and
waterfalls and lakes. Those peaks
are peaks Of world feeling-snow,
warm and understanding. Going-to-
she-Sun Highway is built into the sky
around those peaks. The valleys
slope miles down, covered by sward
bf evergreen tree tops like thin blades
Of grass. Only America would at
tempt such an engineering feat.
Words are such wasting things that
4 see no use in going on. I can best
say IL through Jacob Wassermaii-
"Words creep on the fringe of sx-
perience."