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Show "Our Mountain Trip." Tho following tells the story of a week spent In the mountains by ono of the crowds of young people from Cedar, Ced-ar, written by a young lady of the company. com-pany. (Contluucd from last week.) From a night of peaceful Blumber Wo aroso with faces bright, Telling the wonderful dreams wo'd bad During the rainy night. Uome faces are always welcomed, Friends are ever dear, And Kumen and Myron were grcoted With a tent full of good cheer. They wore riding after cattle But stayed with us to dine, And enjoy a pleasant hour Just for uAuld Lang Sync." With rod and line and bait In baud, To tlah the lovers went, And left two frolicsome lassies Resting in the tent. Lifo was too quiet there for thorn So with hair tijlng In the breeze, Aftrido the horses backs they climbed, Thou galloped through brush and trees. One was tbo big hearted lover, . The other tho 6weet wild rose. And tender speeches were uttered, As only a lover bestows. Galloping through tho forests Drenched with the fulling rain, Laughing, chatting and singing, As they rode o'er hill and plain. After supper wns eaten And the rain had ceased to fall, We daaccd around thocampllre. Then came tho gypsies tall. They told tho lover's fortune, And told It all so true, Of present, past and future, Now, how do you think they know? t Next morn tho sun was shining, No clouds were in the sky, And with books In hand all wandered Up the mountains high. Ousting upon nature's beautlc?, Inhaling tho pure fresh air, Drinking the sparkling water Oh, what wltli it could compare? Lunch time always found us Wending our way toward camp With appetites all sharpened, After a climb and tramp. r Roaming through beautiful canyons, Resting neath pine trees green, Strolled tho hapoy lovers, , Admiring their King and Queen. ,h,,lb" ' " What had become of Hattlo I And Mamo In their frolicsome glee? & 'Neath the tent you will 11 ml them, Merry and gay and free. Donning a couplo of bathing suits, Up through tho brush they creep, Fearing that every moment, Someone would take a peep. Into tho clear, cold water Up to their very neck, Shivering and screaming wo hear thcra llavlng fun by tho peck. Dripping with the cold water Lint and shoes In hand Back to the tent they hurried, Barefooted o'er tho sand. ' Company that night for supper And an invitation next day, To take lunch at Fife's sheep camp And thero for the night to stay. Tho last day wo spent at Deep Creek Was jolly and full of fun, Tho week had glided by too soon Now wo homo must come. Tho"Indlan maidens" on horseback In tho buggy tho others so gay, Over the hills and valleys Gaily wo rode away. Supper was ready and waiting, So around the unread we sat, And enjoyed all that was put before us As wo laughed and joined in the chat. Around the big camp-fire Our voices In merry song, Rang out in dear old melodies That wo have loved so long. Then to tho tent we glided, And imagine if you can Four frolicsome girls in a tiny bed - Like sardines in a can. Our bed that night had Fool's Contract .The Gulch and Whisky Hollow, And every time Zlna and Mame rolled off Winnie and Hattle would follow. Tho horses with bells and hobbles Seemed to be on a taro, For they galloped around the camp ground Making music In the air. Afler breakfast adieus were spoken Foi' wo wero homeward bound. With a wreath of pretty mountain flowers Kach maiden's head was crowned. Laughing and chatting so gaily, Talking of days that are past, Partaking of the sunshine The morning's glory cast. We rode along through the timbers And the hong of birds we could hear And just ahead of us in the road, Stood a couple of four-legged deer. For a moment they stood and watched MB, For wo were minus a gun. With a leap and a bound they left us And teemed to think it fun. Then our party divided, And Roy and Winnie went From the canyon to the mountain Vibltlng ranch and tent. The meriting passed by joyously, Juet as the week had done, 8. And at Urie's-ritnch wo all enjoyed A sumptuous dinner at ono. Now wo must journoy homeward, Happy, light-hearted and free. We knew each other better Friends wo would over be. Down through tho Gulch at twilight Neath Naturo's beautiful bowers, We walked and tho horses waited While wo picked tho pretty flowers. Feasting upon tho scenery Glad to bo In the throng Who llvo In this happy world today, So full of sunshino and song. Our trip In our own loved mountains As long as sklog are blue, Will bo with pleasuro romembored By hearts both loyal and true. And In tho far oil future, When tho lights aro dim and low, We'll recall -with othors this happy week, As we talk of tho long ago. At nlno wo reached "Bonny Cedar," The dearest spot on earth, Each heart was tilled with rapturo In the city of our birth. Our mountain trip was over, No more for a timo would wo roam, But mingle again with those wo'love In our "Home, Sweet Homo." F.or no matter where'er we" wander , "Thero Is always sweeter rest, 1 Around the family llresldo Back In the "Old Home Nest." |