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Show " " BEAR ' LAZE. " Oyer tho Hills and Far Away in ' a Snowstorm. A I'oiuparlHoa sad Contrast Paris, Beib Lake, Nov. 25, 1S77. Editors Herald: , There is a good opening for a poet here. Contrasted with the vision of beauty which burst upon the view when descending into Bear Lake valley las'. August, the picture which presented itself a dny or two ftfco from the same position was cold and dreary the very soul of unfriendliness. In AugiiBt we stood "on the tip toe of expectanpy" to catch a first- glimpse of the lake, and an exclauiutiua ol joyful surprise escaped the lip wheti, with its miniature wiiite op, wavei-laving wavei-laving shores bordered with treea and reen, and the long-reachiug shades .iud tinU of green and blue, wo beheld ihe clear waters of Bear lake, Then, .ae Dngtitsun ai'.one anu gave iirni charm to nature, and opened the aeart as oniy sunshine ecu; me u'u.y was clear and spotletis Bare wiieru u tew grolesque aud fantadtic suuw-white suuw-white clouds dotted aod beautified the heavens; the trees were gre-n i yellow or brown leaf, betokening mtumn, lent its charming cuntrait riere aud there; aud the brown uelds wiih golden grain, telling a tale ol glad nasi to the harvesttr's ueun, wore washed by the bright waters. Il was a vision ot beauty. Not such h that of which Leigh Hunt sings "a vision, yet a womn iou" but fully ts near perleetion. But how diUereut in November. A tung and dreary ;rip from Biackauiith lurk to Meadow-ville, Meadow-ville, diaplayed another ol, lbe many ' pbaaes of nature. The buo commenced com-menced lulling uteadily heture we loll the first named place aud u ride over , tho Danish Ungway, anything but in-1 viting in summer, aud down through Lodge Pole cuu-jn, iuepired a feeling greatly akiu to that experinced by L'om ISawycr when his girl altered tne tune of her love lor him a feeling1 wherein one likes to imagine he ha : o friends in the wide world; when he wishes be. were dead;, and wonders! bow she wuuld teel when she heard 1 .that his body had been picked up in1 the epring and thawed out by some good Samaritan; would she weep when she saw his curly locks, bis bright classical face aud beheld that fair cheek still beautiful in death pressing the velvit lined coffin? - Nor does the wind, alternating in houls and moans through the tall balsams in Lodge Pole cafijn, and siill bo green mat they look like a parody on eumnjsr, tend to draw 1 lh mind from its iow.trd gloominetd. Again we are &i lue point irom which in August we saw the valley. You know how it appeared then, but uow. Hghl The snow is atill fall iug eo fast that you cannot see forty rods ahead of you. No lake, brown fields, green trees nothing but snow, a little mud, a few caule with backs to the wind, a lone mud house, and two wet dirty nhivariug travelers on two wet dirty shivering ponies makiug their way very measured ly and with more dignity than grace over a road which might have answered as a fit route to perdition. Theu tbo wind, by way ot change, would improvise a telephone with your ears, through which would be conveyed solos, duetts, quartettes and full choruses, . with ad many variations and turns as-1 an operatic songster can plume her, sell on, all perlormed by Mr. Wind i upon the - neighboring trees. Were that paragon ot knight-erraotry, Don Quixote de la Mancna, still roaming i toe world in quest of adventure and! redressing wrongs, aod yet desirous ol evidencing thedepth and permenance of hiB aflection for his lady Dulomea ' del Toboao, I could honestly recom- ; U1KUU WJ UlLU a uybi iud uiwu ! tains, during winter, from Oaobe I 7alley to Bear Lake, and if he would show the good sense to follow this advice, he might feel assured ol eclipsing even A mad is de Gaul in the bardihLOd and daring of hiB voluntary , trial. We still jog on, vainly looking for I the lake. Presently the storm abates in severity, passing to the east, and there within a elone's throw, lay the lake just as calm, just as green and , just as beautiful as ever. Water is always beautilnl.-- Tbe eye follows the storm, as it moves across the lake, like a white veil drawn buck by an invisible -hand, gradually discovering dis-covering more anil more of the clear blue waters, and the mind wondering when the blue lino will eud, till it fades over the hills aud is gone forever. for-ever. The bright waters now fairly dance in the sunshine. Again the snow begins to fall; and another btorm is coming over the hills Irum the west. The air becomes white once more with the eddying fleece, aud myriads upon myriads ol pure snow drops make graves in Ihe waters, falling, lluko aftor Hike, Into .ha dark aud ailuui Uku, and no trace of them remain; still again the storm passes over the lake, and is lost in the distant east. And nature respects the same scene a third time; the whole panorama suo- and a hal f. - - There is a good opening for a poet here. This I said before, but, as nature oflers every inducement for the cultivation of natural poetical taleut, this repetition seems pardonable. pardon-able. Sj tar, I should judge, au obituary poet would fare but poorly; as there are few deaths hero, aud as a natural consequence he would experience considerable difficulty in manufacturing a sufficient quantity of salt tears with which to bedew the graves of hia victims aud would be entirely at a loss for angels' wing, Udders reaching to the sky, beautilul looking lady angels, with hului ol glory encircling their heads, and the indiapenftible golden pole. However, if he be of a descriptive turn, be will find bountiful supply of subjects Irom whicn to select. No end of water, ijreen trees, Kraaset, me.inder ing bi re a in a, snow cupped p atf, sighiug "bre:z'Jo" through the 'ireedes," aud il his mind he of taich an inventive turu oa lti-d H cud's, he can invent a meadow through which to have his Btreenu wind, an.i mean der. Should it be necessary, hi-could hi-could erect a fearful and terrific storm upon th lake, a ship wreck with the proverbial cries, prayers, and loss of lives, alt in l ie s'glit ol land, and thua coutrive lo disulny hu talent. The scenery bereab.xii ie till beautiiul, even in its dreariness; and though a ride from Logan to Meaaville over the mo inlaius may he cold and lonesome, it still ailds many beautiful pictured to the art chum bers of the mind which we may view with pleasure in the luture, though, it i to bo hoped under uiore cheermg circumstances. Sin HAD. |