| Show MOUNTAIN SCENERY A poetic tribute to the crags and peaks of mill fork cai on editor of the As it is a trait prominent ia human nature to want to know almeth ing about strange ami unique affairs and as I 1 feel assured that a great many readers of your valuable paper are possessed with this trait and as I 1 am a constant reader of the ENQUIRER and have not seen any account hailing from a tie camp I 1 feel that for these reasons I 1 will receive a pardon for this communication faulty as it may be to begin with we are camped in the head of mill fork canyon about eight miles south of the D R G station of that name near the dividing ridge between the spanish fork and San pitch rivers and so high up in the mountains that the lier is as cuel and delightful as april weather while the whole country were rejoicing over the anniversary of pioneer day we took a little trip up among the mountains atthe head of this canyon which filled us with awe and wonderment and though quito fatigued with climbing steep mountain sides and scaling cliffy precipices still we were exhilarated and delighted by our gomney and bight eeling we penetrated dark solemn aoda where the enlivening rays of the sun seldom if ever shone and drank from clear ice cold springs as pure as the fabled ambrosia sipped by the aoda we stood on high points where we could see beyond the limits of our territory and easly discern stately mountain peaks over one hundred miles distant the air was su clear and transparent that every object stood out ait bold belief the deep blue sky a strange distinctness suggesting the idea that the heavens are nearer to us here than in the daliey there is something superbly beautiful about a primeval forest as we contemplate in all its stately grandeur and sombre solitude it excites at once to activity all the latent emotions of poetry and romance that one is possessed of to note for the first time in their lives the beautiful undisturbed aspect of a primeval wood where the ruthless butchery of the woodmass woodmans wood mans ax has never been heard nor the crash of the falling pine lisa never disturbed the peaceful quietude of the forest I 1 what a place for a poeta to expand his imagination and to weave into undying measures glowing descriptions of such surpassing beauty or for a painter with his artistic skill to portray upon his canvass such lovely and harmonious of immortal beauty as would gladden the eyes of generations yet to come there is something so pure and poetic in a taste for such primeval beauty it softens and purifies the mind and strengthens the reliah for the beauties of vegetation there is a grandeur of thought connected th this part 01 nature it is ennobling and worthy of freeborn free born and aspiring men indeed it is in such places as this and in entertaining such thoughts and such emotions that lift men above mere worldliness and wafts hia mind even to the ethroue of heaven As the leaves of the mountain pine qualities from the surrounding air so it beems tome as if they draw all impure and improper ideas from our mind and breathe forth peace and worship there is a grand and majestic influence about mountain scenery it enters the soul and feeds it with noble inclinations and recollections recollect iona it brings to our minds the doings of past aes and the spirits which lived and flourished when those giants of the forest were mere saplings and nodded and bowed to every passing mountain breeze now we can sit beneath their spreading branches and while enjoying their protecting shade can admire them in all their majestic power and strength as they do and pointing direct to hea yen bearing up their leafy honors from the impurities of the earth and supporting them aloft in the free air and glorious sunshine an emblem of true nobility a defense for the weak and a shelter for the oppressed warding off from them alike the force of the winter storms or the scorching rays of the bummers cum mers sun G SOE |
