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Show m w mm mm iitis Steamship Company Secretary, Secre-tary, on Way to Coast, Is Fond of Zion. A man who calls New York his home and the Isle of Pines his playground watched the sun glint over Salt Lake last evening and spatter on the gray rocks of the Waeatch. " "T should like to stay here," he said. The man is J. A. Hill, secretary of the Isle of Pines SHeam?hip company, a director di-rector of the Isle of Pines bank and associated- with Colonel Thomas J. Kenan of Pittsburg in the development of the is la ml, called In travel circulars "The wonder place of the south Atlantic;" calh-d by people who live there, "Arcadia." "Ar-cadia." Mr. Hill stopped at the Newhouse with his wife. Tlu.y arrived from the east at sunset and will leave for the coast at noon today. Mr. Hill knows business and loves nature understanding!)'. "The Isle of Pines Is beautiful," lie said. "The sea is much like the Mediterranean. Medi-terranean. It is a vivid blue. The late lies like an emerald In the hollow of its swell, but " Mr. Hill glanced at the mountains, red-yellow in the aftermath of the day, and continued: ."There is something about the mountains that impresses im-presses an easterner. Thev seem to stand for stability and bear silent witness wit-ness to the strength of the creative force. "The southern islands are placid. The climate is, of course, warm, and they seem to have' been created almost casually. cas-ually. But these hills It seems that they were created by the furies in the core of the earth. "The wild places are usually-the most attractive to the nature student," added j Mr. 'Hill, "but here, In the shadow of I the mountains. Is a modern metropolis, I recognized in the commercial world and so evidently a city of progress and culture." |