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Show SB A NIGHT IN THE vJ9 MOUNTAINS. H Did you ever camp on the banks of a H dream in the mountains back of Og- H :cn, during the summer time, and in H ;he evening peer out into the darkness lei catch the rays of light of a distant H larni house, or, looking up, to study Jio wonders of the "Milky Way"? Did H rou ever sleep in the great outdoors wB ,f thiB rharmmS region where mighty H fountains stand as sentinels of the H ht? If you have, then you can un- H trnd the full meaning of "Mon H shicLght" by Elliott C. Lincoln H h the changing a few words, could be made to describe one of the scenes in the Wasatch, near j Ogden: I Montana night. The velvet of the sky Is powdered thick with silver dust; below, A realm of half-lights, v. here black shadows flow To Stygian lal;es, that spread and mul tiply. Far to the east the Moccasins rise high In jagged silhouette. Now, faint and low, A night bird sounds his call. Soft breezes blow Cool with the dampness of a stream ; hard by. Dim, ghostly shapes of cattle grazing) near Drift steadily across the ray of light From a lone cabin, and I think i hear The barking of a dog. All things unite j To lull the senses of the eye and ear In one sweet sense of rest; Montana night. |