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Show SUNSET ON LAKE SUPERIOR Writer Enthuses Over Beautiful Picture Pic-ture Painted by Old Sol at the Close of the Day. A sunset on Lake Superior ! Match it, in its resplendent beauty on a late November day, if you can. The clouds that had darkened the sun as the Transcontinental Limited sped along the precipitous shores, ihelted away, leaving narrow streaks, like ribbons of gray floating above the water's rim. Dappled gray clouds in masses clung to the zenith. The slowly setting sun began to plaint Its own heroic picture. The ribbons of clouds changed from gray to pearl, from pearl to amethyst and then to richest gold. The convoluted convo-luted masses overhead vividly reflected reflect-ed these changes. The quiet waters of the lake shone like a mirror of polished pol-ished bronze. The sun was sinking fast. While the passengers were voicing voic-ing their delight, the last ray of the sun disappeared, and lake and rocky shore sank into the shadows of night. As the train climbed above the lake its waters were left out of the range of vision, but, strangely enough, the lake seemed to appear again in the distance, dis-tance, with low-hilled islands outlined in a faint glow of red. We discovered discov-ered that what seemed to be islands were floating clouds, and what seemed to be the water in which they rested was an illusion. It was caus-vl by the clear atmosphere lit by the gray light of fast-falling eventide. It was beautiful beau-tiful and impressive, but an illusion that quickly disclosed itself and melted melt-ed away as the train sped on. John A. Sleicher in Leslie's. |