Show missionary tells story of south continued from last w eek oil oh how lovely was the morning radiant brained beamed the sun hun above trees were swaying abc acc acdan an breezes blowing music rill ringing ging in ill our cars while mille within the shady woodland we beheld the wonders of our god oil and we rode along a pace in ill silence thinking if i f the of late we wed 01 ol trod at lale lake wales we stopped at the nging tower and the bird sanctuary i each each of which were rightly named only too it should have been added founded in the garden of eden for its plants of every kind its spreading grov groves es of fruit and its many feathered music ilu that hat enchanted the grounds completed the picture I 1 have in my mind the garden of eden edell the pool around and in front of the rower could hae been a cry stalin bath and the tower the home in the top of which angels angela sing for truly did the ilver silver s chimes chillies that play each tuesday and thursday sound like the ilie music ot of al angels iguls from thence we travelled to su st all aug atlue where we beheld the fountain of youth hidden away among file he century old oaks cedars and magnolias bubbling forth continually that each visitor might marlake when lie comes to visit tile the natural shrine hele we followed thes the steps telis of the famous spanish explorer don juan ponce de leon who first landed only a few hundred feet from the fountain of youth as it denoted by the cross of stones placed there beside the fountain fifteen of these stones lay in a direct line north eaid and south and thirteen east bast and west we st here at the fountain we drank of the water and took pictures to our surprise tho those thoe e with false teeth felt their own natural ones returning grey gaii b were given their i 3 mouthful color wrinkled brows took on the vi vigor or of youth happy were we indeed and fleet as bambie is as he played with liis his mother in the forest here in st Au Aut eustine rustine we also saw fort marian one of the oldest fort borts in america through the ages it has stood and has never been surrendered time has decayed but cannot de the stalwart construction that has seen so many bloody days it has the heln lesis concealed and held fast the unfortunate prisoners prisoner of war times and has entombed many unjustly mothered victims of the tor aured aired icell ell away down in ili the darkest foulest most remote part of the old fort its walls are arc covered with aged ann fungus us crowth and moss and are filled with ascending asce and dec ending fissures slowly lowly creeping its drawbridge draw bridge bials s beneath tile the weight of the pe tri a n a and D d tile the mote is try dry the lookout tower is filled with names carved and scratched in the co ruina throngs li the aea by its thousands of visitors but the view still remains the same and birc a clear panor panorama nina of the he wide spread ocean and inland in liand we all ril made bibes wl hes in the wishing chair and then left for jacksonville ra ol 01 q onville fich moment was to the last bit of our cur journey we all took 1 urns driving the car and of course had a lot of tun full deciding who was the beet driver we received a hearty welcome home tt it was good to see old friends biek to to work we went with now new wlm arii wilgor drut 1 1 that ilat wherever our art lils were cast eart we 0 would anu irl arr to m mike make ike the world a bit more beautiful and 1 otter better because we ave had lived in it sincerely yours MABLE COOK |