On the warpath . a butcher-blockwhere Time had been killed. Another slab resembled a sliceof tough steak. I climbed a huge pulpit rock, where, insteadof making remarks, my only eloquence was silence. Stumpspeeches should be fluent, but on this stump I was stumped forwords. The snow was a blessing in disguise. Usually the rockcolors are dusty and gray, but the sun melted the snow on theface of the rock, making it flush with clean red beauty. Thiswas the first time I ever saw a wet log glow with hidden colors of the Fall are brilliant, but those of these fallentrees are indescribable. W
On the warpath . a butcher-blockwhere Time had been killed. Another slab resembled a sliceof tough steak. I climbed a huge pulpit rock, where, insteadof making remarks, my only eloquence was silence. Stumpspeeches should be fluent, but on this stump I was stumped forwords. The snow was a blessing in disguise. Usually the rockcolors are dusty and gray, but the sun melted the snow on theface of the rock, making it flush with clean red beauty. Thiswas the first time I ever saw a wet log glow with hidden colors of the Fall are brilliant, but those of these fallentrees are indescribable. With a broom as a brush, I smeared thesnow over the stones, securing greater color effects than anybrush wielded hy Turner or Titian. The rock became a petri-fied pallette of yellow, blue and green stone. In the heart ofone stone trunk was the perfect form of a red cross, provingthat long ago this sister tree was a Red Cross member in goodstanding. Scores of trunks were packed with stones preciousto the •NING PO, PIRATE SLAVE SHIP CATALINA
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