. The Messenger [June 1913] . Maggie Critcher Nei^lie CoIvE. Class Prophecy Eula Roberts I was weary. Not of toil was I weary but of the babble and con-fusion of busy humanity. ¥/eary not in body, but in mind andspirit. I seemed stricken with a desire to be alone, absolutelyalone, and yielding to this impulse I found myself wending awayup the mountain side. How quiet and restful it was! far from the maddening crowd,with the birds and trees, with nature itself. I found a cosy seat ofrock in a sheltered nook where perhaps man had never beforerested and here I dropped to watch the sunset (for it
. The Messenger [June 1913] . Maggie Critcher Nei^lie CoIvE. Class Prophecy Eula Roberts I was weary. Not of toil was I weary but of the babble and con-fusion of busy humanity. ¥/eary not in body, but in mind andspirit. I seemed stricken with a desire to be alone, absolutelyalone, and yielding to this impulse I found myself wending awayup the mountain side. How quiet and restful it was! far from the maddening crowd,with the birds and trees, with nature itself. I found a cosy seat ofrock in a sheltered nook where perhaps man had never beforerested and here I dropped to watch the sunset (for it was even-tide) to watch the golden trimmings of the wafted clouds fadeaway, and—to think. Just what my reverie was to be or just whatit was I do not know, nothing specific, however, for my thoughtswandered from one thing to another until the objects around mebegan to take fanciful formiis and I was into sweet was falling asleep so peacefully, so unresistingly. I awoke. And a great av/akening it was. I gazed bewilderedaround me. Where
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