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Show IN THE PATH OF THE STORM. i v Florida, the land of oranges and truck gardening, has had severe storms, each year during the past three years, which have swept along the gulf and Atlantic coasts of the peninsula, devastating great stretches of country. The last storm, which is now raging, has swept the sea inland for miles, and a number of cities, such as that reminder of the days of the Spanish, St. Augustine, are under water. Others can have Florida with its orange groves, but for us there is no place like Utah. The cost of those oranges, picked from the groves of Florida, is not to te measured in dollars. There are too many dreadful calamities centering in each orange to prove tempting tempt-ing to any one who, living in Utah, has nothing to fear from the elements. Year after year those roaring hurricanes come up from the Caribbean sea, bringing with them the madcaps of the A.tlantic and the Gulf of Mexico, and that which the storm cannct blow down, the floods overwhelm. After the hurricane subsides, and tho natives havo had tim to regain control of their nerves and crawl out of the mud, they return to the pleasant duty of advertising what is left, and, strange to relate, here and there are people in the west, as free from unusual cares as the eagle in its eyrie, who listen, are won over and finally leave tho sunkissed valleys of this region to live in the lowlands of Fear in the path of a tropical storm. |