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Show 0 THE JOY OF THE COUNTRY. From the wearisome toil of the city wc rush like released prisoners to the restful enchantment of. the country. What an 'Arcadia it is! How wc drink in its bigness and. sweet smelling freedom! , . A field of golden grain, a meadow of blue-blossomed lucerne, a grassy lane lined with tall green trees, ia.n orchard or-chard and the arbor this is the iscenc of our ecstasy. The peach trees hang low with ripening fruit; the sun kisses to redness clusters of half hidden apples; ap-ples; and the birds chirp incessantly in response to Nature's inspiriting loveliness. Even the chickens and turkeys in the orchard clamour after the fallen apple, eating wit) a relish what man neglects to gatlier. How it all rejoices the heart and invigorates invigor-ates the tired body! No place in tlie world possesses & I rural district more beautiful and yet I more harsh than does Utah. The I skies arc gorgeous in their coloration; I and yet the sun burns to erispness I the ripened products of the field. I Summer nightime is wintcry in its I coolness4, and the daytime sweltering I with the heat. Only the populated I port'ons of the lowlands arc pleasing; I all else is forbidding and wild. In I fact the country is a paradox giving I at times micry where enchantment appears, and joy where desolation apparently ap-parently reigns. After -months of drudgery in a ibusy city, however, the country is the most pleasurable place for relaxation and repose, -The Merchant. ,itm . - - |