%.: ?> '*%^> ' zm^ff/n Class i> u O v' Book 'Lit CoipghtN" L COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. MY SELF. Many are the wonders that I have found In our broad land, and on the rolling deep, . Many are the beauties that are scattered round. In the rich valleys and mountain steep. l00k 0f §0n9 f 0^m0 THE HOOSIER RAMBLER EMBRACING THE FOLLOWING SUBJECTS: SONG POEMS ON NATURE OF THE UNITED STATES, CANADA, ALASKA, AND OUR ISLAND POSSESSIONS ILLUSTRATED When you read these stories Perhaps you will smile — Over sea and land Pve traveled A hundred thousand miles. COPYRIGHTED BY JAMES L. ALTER, HOOSIER TRAVELER iJeMINGTON, INDIANA COMPLETED DECEMBER, 1905 PRICE 67 CENTS LIBRARY of OONtlRESS Two Cooies Received MAR 30 1906 /iCopyrisrht Entry CLASS (5:' )CXc. No, COPY B. INTRODUCTION. Owing to the solicitations of many friends, I was induced to pen this volume. Hoping it will meet with the approval of the many readers, written in different styles of poetry on the following subjects: On each state, Canada and Alaska, our island possessions, on the canyons and caves, mountains and hills and volcanoes, petrified forests, lava beds, valleys, plains and forests, and many natural wonders; on the oceans, gulfs and bays, on the islands, lakes and rivers; The Drunkard's Dream; The End of Time; The Portals. With kind wishes to all, , : Yours truly, .^;'* James L. Alter, Hoosier Traveler, Remington, Ind. ^ ■^ >" BOOK NUMBER ONE Dear Friend: — If you think it is best Come with me and visit the West. We will stop as we go through And visit Pike's Peak and Manitou; The Cave of the Winds and canyon too; The Garden of the Gods we'll go through; Then we'll pass over the loop On the great Rocky Mountain Slope. The Royal Gorge next in our flight, With its precipice walls, what a sight! Then the Continental Divide our train will climb, And see the snow in the summer time. Down through Blftck Canyon next we'll fly, With Nature's walls hundreds of feet high. Through Castle Gate next we'll ride, We'll also find the Devil's Slide, Then the Mormon Temple in Utah state. And take a bath in Great Salt Lake; Thence northwestward over the lava bed Lying just west of the watershed. The Shoshone Falls are near by Pouring over the chasm two hundred feet high. The Pillars of Hercules next are seen Where our train will pass between. We'll view the Dalles of the Columbia river Where its sparkling waters flow on forever. We'll land at Portland, and while there We'll certainly visit the great fair. Then perhaps we'll take another notion And take a bath in the Pacific ocean. The fir and cedar we'll pass by Growing from one to three hundred feet high. ^ ^ *" jm'''^rr)i^*^'>m^jrn *"^: ^ North American Products Here are the beauties of the garden of the world, The lovely forests and plains are seen In this Union, where our banner is unfurled Over the rich fields and meadows green. And just for a change a steamer we'll ride And sail far out over the ocean tide. We'll see the rolling billows as they sway, And watch the shark and swordfish play. A further description perhaps will do In the next letter I write to you. I will continue my letter to you As on southward in our journey we'll go; We'll pass Mt. St. Helena and Rainier too Whose lofty peaks are covered with snow. We'll go through a tunnel under the mountain, And drink of Mount Shasta's soda fountain. We'll see the hot springs, and Seven Falls That comes rushing down over Nature's walls, And see California, the Golden State, Where grow the orange, lemon and date; We'll see the DeviTs Kitchen and Old Arm Chair, His Oven and Teakettle are also there. Then the Yosemite Valley there we'll see, The gigantic forest, the redwood tree, The vernal falls of that state And the beauties of the Golden Gate. Then the petrified forests in a lake so deep. And the evergreens on the mountain steep, And see the mines while traveling around Where our minerals there are found. We'll see shells on the sandy beach, And the Ostrich Farm we'll also reach. We'll also take our time And eat all the fruits we find. Thence toward home on our way, Across the sandy plains to Arizona. Korth American Animals Many are the animals, so we're told, That are found In this country of ours. Where its wondrous beauty doth unfold Among the forests, hills and flowers. Next the Grand Canyon, with walls a mile high, The old homes of the Cliff Dwellers we'll pass by, Then the sagebrush and cactus as we go And the mountain peaks covered with snow; Thence across the line we go And see the adobe houses in New Mexico. Many canyons and caves we'll pass And the large herds of cattle on the grass. There are so many things more, We could number them by the score. Home again our way we'll take, Then talk of our travels, and no mistake. Pueblo, Colo., July, 1905. THROUGH THE EAST AND SOUTH. COME with me if you've got the money, We'll visit Ohio and Pennsylvania, The military homes and falls as we go, The earth works and mounds of Ohio. The hard coal region and Allegheny, The Great Horse Shoe in Pennsylvania; Next in New York there we'll see The Niagara Falls and the Genesee. There is Sing Sing and Lake Erie And the state house there to see; There's the Adirondacks as we go And the military school where the Hudson doth flow. Through Hoosac tunnel next we're bound, Into Massachusetts we'll look around. 11 "hfi C CS t/i ■hs _ d D s ^ c P fl o 1^ ■kJ w cS Oi ■i-i ce S T Ih -kA crt P! « CD T n M "H o >. i^ •rH Cti h 0) 03 ^ H ^ s be S C O •" o "2 >, o ^ 53 03 -1^ El| •i-< OJ ^ 4-> ^ OJ OJ CC There's old Bunker Hill of which we boast And Plymouth Rock there on the coast. Then the White Mountains of which we'll sing, And the Great Lake of Champlain; The Soldiers' Arch at Hartford we'll note, Thence down the Delaware next we'll float. We'll visit Atlantic City on our way, And the wonderful scenes of New Jersey; We'll visit Philadelphia, the home of the brave, Old Liberty Hall and Franklin's grave. Thence to Washington we take our flight, With its stately buildings, what a sight. There's Arlington Heights I'll show you. Where sleep our braves 'neath the Red, White and Blue. And Washington's old home not far away, As we sail down toward the Chesapeake Bay; We'll visit Point Comfort or Fortress Monroe And the Norfolk Navy Yards we'll go through. We'll see Richmond on our run — ^Twas once the seat of our Rebellion; The caves and caverns we'll pass by. And the Hawk's Nest, a pillar a thousand feet high. We'll see the Natural Bridge, a wonder too; On towards Charleston southward we'll go; There's Fort Sumpter on an island true, High above the waves floats the Red, White and Blue. The old Spanish fort and gateway to be seen, The live oak and lighthouse at St. Augustine; Then on south, the orange tree And the Everglades in all their beauty. 13 We'll sail on the Gulf amid tropical scenes, We'll visit Mobile and New Orleans, There some of the islands too we'll reach And gather the shells along on the beach. Then through Alabama with its springs and fountains, We'll visit Chattanooga and Lookout mountains; Through the Southern battle fields then we'll go, Whose scenes filled the American hearts with woe. Then if we are quite lucky We'll view the wonders of old Kentucky; There's the Mammoth Cave and several more, The hills and valleys we'll explore. Thence on northward we'll migrate Across into the grand old Hoosier state; There is a 'oeautiful cave here to see, Many mines and quarries too there be. We'll see its beautiful streams like silver bands Flowing in all directions in the Hoosier lands; Then safe once more we'll reach our home. Then we'll talk of our journeys where we roam. INDIANA. I'VE traveled through Indiana, The grand old Hoosier State; And now of its wondrous beauties Here the story we'll relate. We'll sing of its valleys and woodlands fair, Once the red man's hunting-grounds, Before the tide of civilization Had made its western rounds. 14 We'll sing of the silvery streams, Its springs and fountains there, Of its prairies, hills and caves, And all their wonders we'll declare. We'll sing of its wonders Wherever we may roam; In power it sways the sceptre On our governmental throne. We see the many fine cities That dot its valleys and plains; The beauty of field and byways, And the great railroad lines. September, 1905. THE KANKAKEE. WE'LL sing you a song of a sluggish stream, Where its bright, sparkling waters roll; Where marshes and swamps and ponds are seen. As onward it moves to the goal. Along its banks the beautiful trees, With its wonders there untold; We hear the hum of the bees Where Nature's beauties doth unfold. And the rich fields of waving grain. What a lovely sight to behold! The orchards red and meadows green, How can all their beauties be told? 15 The brant and duck on the waves so blue, And the fish in the clear, silvery stream; So peacefully on floats our canoe, While we hear all Nature sing. August, 1905. THE TIPPECANOE RIVER. WE'LL sing of a lovely river, Marked out like a silver band, Where it plays in beauty ever. As it wanders along through the land. We'll sing of a lovely river. Among the rocks we see the foam, Where it is rolling there forever. As in beauty it plays there alone. We'll sing of a lovely river. Where all Nature there doth sing. We'll forget thy wonders never. From its banks rich treasures bring. We'll sing of a lovely river, The grand old Tippecanoe, Where the foe tried our armies to sever. Is now the home of the boys in blue. THE IROQUOIS. 7t\ E'LL sing of the Iroquois; VJL/ Along its banks a plenty of noise, • While on the green play the girls and boys. While we sing of the Iroquois. 16 Of the Iroquois we will sing, As from the marshes its waters bring, Along its banks are many a spring, While of the Iroquois we will sing. Sing of the Iroquois river, As it flows in all kinds of weather; On its banks grow the trees so clever. While we sing of the Iroquois river. Sing while the Iroquois doth flow, Along the banks its beauties show, Where the fields of grain doth grow, As we sing while the Iroquois doth flow. Sing of the Iroquois while passing by, Its rippling waters 'neath the sunny sky; Now we bid thee a kind good-bye, We'll sing of the Iroquois while passing away. August, 1905. ST. JOSEPH RIVER. WE'LL sing of the beauties there as we go Along in our path on the banks of St. Joe. There where Nature's beauties are spread, With its clear, sparkling water and the trees are its shade. We'll sing of the beauties there as we go And the wonders of Nature as we see the St. Joe. There beneath its banks are the bubbling springs, Down through the land it meets the wandering streams. 17 We'll sing of the beauties there as we go, While the years roll on flows the waters of St. Joe. Here through the summer are the bright sun- beams, The winter's blast brings the ice-crystal scenes. We'll sing of the beauties there as we go, Where our boat cuts the foam on the waves of St. Joe. Here once the Indian huts were scattered around, We see far and wide where its treasures are found. We'll sing of the beauties there as we go, And of the many towns along the banks of St. Joe, Where it doth there in majesty roll, We'll never forget the story long told. RENSSELAER. 1V7 OW, good people, if you don't care _L I I'll write you a poem on Rensselaer, Our roads are good, the way is clear To pay us a visit at Rensselaer That is built on the Iroquois. See our fine town while you are here And buy you a home in Rensselaer. You'll have good health, you needn't fear. There are plenty of doctors in Rensselaer, That is built on the Iroquois. Our groceries are cheap, I'll declare, You'll find it so in Rensselaer. Our goods are a yard wide or something near In the dry goods stores of Rensselaer, That is built on the Iroquois. 18 It is a good place it doth appear To raise your children in Rensselaer; So try your luck while you are near And stay a while in Rensselaer That is built on the Iroquois. August, 1905. JASPER COUNTY. WE'LL sing of our homes and native land, And their beauties while traveling on; And the many rich farms on every hand, Of Old Jasper we'll sing this song. We'll sing of our homes and native land: Of its meadows and silvery streams, Where its buildings and orchards stand, And the forests are dressed in green. We'll sing of our homes and native land; Here are the rich fields of oats and corn. And the highways with their scenery grand; We'll sing while passing along. We'll sing of our homes and native land, With its industries and great wealth, And its birds and bees form Nature's Band, With pure waters and good health. We'll sing of our homes and native land, How can all their beauties be told? While the sunbeams play on the golden strand Where Nature's wonders doth there unfold. September- 1905. 19 MICHIGAN. IVTOW my friends, if you'll attend, _L J. And listen till this story ends, We'll write you a fine description Of the state of Michigan. Here is where the white pine grows, Through winter they have their deep snows. Up through here the fruits are fine, You'll see rich fields of golden grain. Up in Michigan you'll find there still Many a saw and shingle mill; Many fine towns they have there, Along the rivers and lakes so clear. Some fine scenes along the streams. With its forests of evergreens, Also minerals here you'll find, Along the great Superior line. The fine lakes along our way, On their waves the sunbeams play; And some game you'll find there, Birds and squirrels, the deer and bear. September, 1905. MACKINAC ISLAND. WE'LL sing of the Island of Mackinac Where the waves in splendor, how they roll As they break on a rock-bound coast, — How can the wonders of the island be told? 20 ^ u M >» ^ G3 r« C S3 r/3 ^H b4 O a> ei 4^ ^ o ^1-) 4^ ^ o3 cd ho o •r-l CO CD CD O m Si 5 o o d *^ 03 ^ is Si SB 03 P O m O to ^ IS >> o ? o I ^ 0) I— a: We'll sing of the Island of Mackinac Where the archway of stone doth stand, While many other beauties we see On this isle out from the land. We'll sing of the Island of Mackinac, There encircled with waves in their flight, Here our boat is rocked in the foam, We see their spray like jewels of light. We'll sing of the Island of Mackinac, - A resort fanned by the breezes o'er; Now we leave these lovely scenes And the far-off lands explore. LAKE SUPERIOR. THERE'S a lake whose wondrous beauty Far excels your fancy dreams; The breezes are cool and refreshing Like the breath of early spring. There's a lake with all its beauties In this story we will tell, With its pure and sparkling waters, There we all remember well. There's a lake with all its beauties Fringed around in living green. And the many towns and cities Along its shores for miles are seen. There's a lake with all its beauties And with rich treasures hidden there We are sailing over its bosom Out among its waves so clear. 22 There's a lake with all its beauties With many a lovely isle so fair, There are many sparkling streams. O could we of its beauties share! September, 1905. WISCONSIN. WE'LL sing of a state by the lake, Where many pleasures we see; Boating, hunting and fishing. And many other sports there be. We'll sing of a state by the lake, Where many wonders are seen; With valleys nigh and hills so high, Its springs and mountain streams. We'll sing of a state by the lake, Its game there, the deer and bear; We hear the birds' song while passing on, We see its fields and valleys fair. We'll sing of a state by the lake. Its products are wheat, oats and corn; The garden too and pine forests grow: We'll tell of its wonders in song. We'll sing of a state by the lake: 'Tis a great commonwealth, they have good health. See its beauties and wonders as we go: Here many are its treasures and wealth. September, 1905. 23 Natural Bridge on Mackinac Island The Natural Bridge next we saw; Among the rocks the pines grow, In Upper Michigan on the Isle of Mackinac, Where the winters are cold, and pleanty of snow. LAKE MICHIGAN. WE'LL sing of the beauties once again As the waves of the lake we behold, Where the waves play o'er its beads of sand, There, forever, while the ages roll. We'll sing of the beauties once again As the steamers on its bosom play, While the fish are playing 'neath the waves, As we journey to the cities far away. We'll sing of the beauties once again, Where the silver streams reach their goal, Where the waves are sporting on the beach: How beautiful are the pictures enscroUed! We'll sing of the beauties once again. Along its banks the waters are stayed; There its fragrance like the flowers And the forests their beauties display. We'll sing of the beauties once again. As our boat cuts the foam of the waters blue; We'll ne'er forget all thy wonders. So now we bid thee a kind adieu. MINNESOTA. WE'LL sing of Minnesota state That is so very great. And its story we'll relate If we here make no mistake. While we sing, while we sing. 25 The Steamer Ferry Boat, Mackinac The boat with twelve cars on its way, Crossing the straits in all kinds of weather; 'Tis seen on her run, day after day. In the sunshine and when snow and ice gather. We'll sing of Minnesota state, With its streams and many a lake; Sing of its beauties as we wait. It welcomes all through its gate, While we sing, while we sing. We'll sing of Minnesota as we go; See its springs and fountains flow. Of its wonders you shall know: There's lots of game and fine fish too, While we sing, while we sing. We'll sing of Minnesota on our retreat: Many forests there we meet; Its fruits are juicy and sweet, Of its wild game there we'll eat, While we sing, while we sing. We'll sing of Minnesota once again. With its fields of golden grain. Iron, copper and coal in the vein. O could we all its beauties explain. While we sing, while we sing! September, 1905. LAKE ITASCA. LET us sing of the beauties Of valley and hill, Of the silvery streams And the lake so still. 27 Scenes along Lake Superior There's a lake whose wondrous beauty, Far excels your fancy dreams, With Its breezes cool, refreshing. Like the breath of early spring. We'll sing as we float Over its waters so blue; In its fragrance as the flowers, Around our canoe. We'll sing of the beauties That doth unfold, And its silvery leaves With pictures enscroUed. We'll sing of the beauties Of the Itasca Lake: 'Tis fringed with flowers Where its waves break. We'll sing of the beauties Of the Lake Itasca, While out on its waves Where the sunbeams play. September, 1905. RAINY LAKE AND RIVER. WE'LL sing of our boundary line, As the lake and river we see. And their beauties among the pine; O could we on their waves stay! We'll sing of our boundary line; There the countries they divide; There with its scenery fine, 'Tis the beauty of Nature's pride. We'll sing of our boundary line, While we float where the sunbeams play; 29 Ashland on Superior. Ashland on Superior for miles is seen, This is the largest fresh water lake, Many beautiful Isles of evergreen, One of the wonders it doth make. See its birds and flowers sublime, While we're moving on our way. We'll sing of our boundary line: So far from our homes we sail, Where the lake and river combine, Where we're floating with the gale. We'll sing of our boundary line. Where its beauty doth unfold, Where its waves in the moonbeams shine. Please remember the stories told. September, 1905. NORTH DAKOTA'S PRAIRIES. OUT on the Dakota prairies So peacefully we ride. Surrounded by its beauties As over the plains we glide. Out on the Dakota prairies, Among its beds of flowers, We hear all Nature singing, Of its bright and happy hours. Out on the Dakota prairies We hear the Qieadowlark's song; Out among the daisies so fair And the many wonders we see pass along. Out on the Dakota prairies. There as if in the Fairy Lands, Overspread by green carpets With their beauties on every hand. 31 Out on the Dakota prairies Where the days are long, We hear the humming- bees And the busy workers' song. August, 1905. THE RED RIVER OF THE NORTH. V E'LL sing of a wonderful river, There in our northern land, With, a rich valley grand, Where the waters are flowing forever. We'll sing of a wonderful river, Where its banks are dressed in green; There are the many fields of grain, Above where it smiles so clever. We'll sing of a wonderful river, The Red River, a silvery stream. Far around a rich valley doth drain, Along where the springs are bubbling ever. We'll sing of a wonderful river. As we all its beauty see, How sweet among its fragrance to be; We'll forget its wonders, no, never! We''ll sing of a wonderful river, Hidden there by winter's frost and snow; But still onward it doth flow. Till the spring its ice will sever. September, 1905. 32 The Dalles of Wisconsin. The Scenes In Wisconsin's summer time, The birds in the banks their nests do build, Along the rivers with their scenery fine, Ere the September breeze the air has chilled. BRIDAL VEIL FALLS. WE'LL sing of the falls in the wildwood; Of the beautiful Bridal Veil; Its wonders again recall our childhood, As it lies hid in its leafy trail. We'll sing of the falls in clouds of light, Where it makes its leap over the walls. While we admire this wondrous sight, We'll never forget the hidden falls. We'll sing of the Bridal Veil, As we hear its murmuring waters roll, Down among the rocks in the vale. So swift are they! Beyond control. We'll sing of the falls as we go, As it plays in the bright sunbeams; At its feet a circling rainbow, Its sparkling waters like jewels seen. We'll sing of the falls with pleasure. As the mists float 'neath the sunny sky; Where are all its hidden treasures? Now we'll leave thee; a kind good-bye. September, 1905. THE DEVIL'S LAKE. OF the beauties of the Lake we'll write^ With its waves like silver bands; It spreads out over the plains, There to beautify the lands. 34 Bridal Veil Falls, North Dakota. We'll sing of the fallb in the wildwood, Of the beautiful Bridal Veil, Its beauties again recall our childhood As it lies hid in its leafy trail. Of the beauties of the Lake we'll write, That is fringed with living green; Here the workers are the birds and bees, And it welcomes all the wandering streams. Of the beauties of the Lake we'll write As we float around in our canoe; See the flowers and roses gay, Where the trout play in the waters blue. Of the beauties of the Lake we'll write, There its wonders we behold, With its cool, refreshing springs; All its beauties can never be told. Of the beauties of the Lake we'll write, On its waves the sunbeams play, Surrounded there by green carpets; Oh, could we here longer stay! September, 1905. THROUGH MONTANA. VE are crossing Montana, Of its beauties we relate; With its inhabitants up-to-date. As we sing of a wonderful state. We are crossing Montana, With its pine forests wide That are Nature's pride, As through the state we ride. We are crossing Montana, With its many flocks and herds, And a plenty of game birds, And some very dusty roads. 36 Minnehaha Falls, Minnesota. Minnehaha Falls next to be seen With Its sparkling waters pouring clown; Among the rocks this silvery stream, Away to the ocean It Is bound. We are crossing Montana, There's the oats, wheat and rye, And the Rocky Mountains high, The rich valleys are near by. We are crossing Montana, Some wild animals are there, The wolf, deer and bear. With the squirrel, badger and hare. August, 1905. CUSTER'S MONUMENT. THERE is a spot that is so dear To all our kindred brothers. Where Custer's Monument doth appear, That stands afar from all others. Here is where our heroes fell While on the field of battle. The Indians charged with a savage yell; They hear their weapons rattle. Our brave boys on the plains Against a superior number. How dark the hour that terror reigns! When our boys were cut asunder. Hard was the fight, hand-to-hand; The struggle we'll remember. They thought of homes and native land; They never would surrender. The day was lost, we'll ne'er forget All the honors that are due those. The field was quiet at sunset Where lay our fallen heroes. August, 1905. 38 The Game in the Northwest. The game in these states what a fine dish, The geese, ducks and brants are seen on the lakes Whose waters abound with many fine fish, While in the streams they its surface breaks. THE MOUNTAINS. A Ay/E'RE traveling down the mountains, Among its pillars and castles great; Down along by the mountain walls With its high towers and gates,. We're traveling down the mountains Leaving behind the crystals of snow, Down among the rocks and boulders Where the sparkling waters flow. We're traveling down the mountains Shaded by the evergreens, Down among the rocks like fragments strewn, O could we describe these wondrous scenes! We're traveling down the mountains, Among the foothills now we glide, Along through the canyons hidden by the walls, Beneath the lofty crags there we swiftly ride. We're traveling down the mountains. Now we've reached the valleys gay, Down among the beds of flowers We see the rich fields on our way. August, 1905. IDAHO. WE'RE traveling through Idaho Where the pine forests grow. With its mountains covered with snow, As we go, as we go. We're traveling through the state Where its wealth is very great 40 The Falls of the Yellowstone River, Montana. The falls In Montana are so high. We see them as onward we go, It seems that they fall from the skies. But they are just coming clown from the snow. With its improvements up-to-date, As we go, as we go. Through Idaho now we're bound. Where the minerals are found, And plenty of game there abound. As we go, as we go. Through Idaho with a steady tread, Here we find the lava bed Lying west of the watershed. As we go, as we go. Through Idaho with its fine scenes. And its lovely mountain streams, With sheep and cattle on the green, « As we go, as we go. Through Idaho we're moving still We pass the saw and shingle mill, Also the mountains and the hill, As we go, as we go. August, 1905 THE LAVA BED. HERE are the great lava beds. Lying west of the watersheds Where the country is overspread, In the West, in the West. It is as hard as a bone, Composed of melted iron and stone And other minerals there known, In the West, in the West. 42 Idaho Indian Dancers. There are many Indians out through the West, We see their wigwams at a glance; Civilization and labor they detest But love their sports, the hunt and dance. Where it covers all the ground, There for many miles around, In the countries where it's found, In the West, in the West. In places broken like fields of ice, But is far from being as nice; Go and see if you have the price, To the West, to the West. What must have been the sight! When flooded with red waves of light, Like a tornado in its flight. Over the West, over the West. August, 1905. LAKE PONDERAY. LET us sing of the beauties of the day: Near the foot of the mountains are seen The gentle waves of Ponderay There fringed in living green. Over its waves the balmy breezes. On their crests the sunbeams play; How rich are all of Nature's prizes! See its mantles of blue and gray. O where are now the rich treasures, Do they in its bosom lie? O how we enjoy the pleasures Of its beauties while passing by! Along its banks are the lovely springs Where the cool and refreshing bubbles play, Here it welcomes the silvery streams That flow from the mountains far away. 44 Let us sing of the beauties of Ponderay As we sail over its waters blue, There among the flowers so gay Where we float in our canoe. August, 1905. THE FOREST FIRES. THE forest fires are raging And the flames are gathering 'round, For the destruction of the buildings That are within its pathway found. Do you see how the woodmen Stand firmly in the fight? And the more it doth oppose them The stronger is their might. See the smoke as it is curling Far above the plains of light; Now we hear the bugle calling All the woodmen to the fight. They are out with their equipments, See! The struggle has begun! How the flames are swiftly rolling,— Who can stand that fiery storm? It carries destruction in its bosom, Leaving Death within its track; See how fast the trees are falling As in vain they drive it back. Now the winds, they are arising. And the flames are leaping by: Our army is too few in number, Far, to face a fiery sky. 45 A Cedar 250 Feet High in Vy^ashington. The spruce and cedars we pass by, The majestic monarchs of the forests seen, Rearing their heads over three hundred feet high, With their beautiful foliage of green. The liquid flames are faster rolling: Yonder is a lake in sight. Now we hear the shouts of triumph: It will stop his dreadful flight. . A SONG OF SHOSHONE; IN beauty plays the great Shoshone^ Pouring over its granite walls; Its sparkling waters like jewels thrown In the sunlight around the falls. Of its wonders we will sing, As it doth in majesty roll; From other lands its treasures bring While moving onward to the goal. It.is enveloped in clouds of light, Its royal scepter, the rainbow, Forever singing of power and might As it doth its beauty show. As it pours down the great abyss, Dropping full two hundred feet, It is hidden by the deep mist, Over the rocks it makes its leap. O thou queen of Nature's hand! Above the tempest thy voice is heard; Thou boldest now thy reins in hand, Thy robes are like a white-winged bird. August, 1905. 47 Cedar Stump in Washington. Some of these stumps are twenty feet across, They have a firm foundation too; Some families use them for a house. So firm when the storms doth blow. WASHINGTON STATE SONG. WE are traveling through Washington state, With its resources are very great; Of its beauties there we'll relate, So we have no time to wait; As we go, as we go. Here the silver and gold are found, And other minerals there abound, Plenty of grain by looking around. And its fruits so juicy and sound, As we go, as we go. There's the fine, large distills By the beautiful, evergreen hills, With their brooks and rippling rills, A plenty of saw and shingle mills, As we go, as we go. With its cedars three hundred feet high And the many falls we pass by. The snow-capped peaks in the sky; A part of the state is very dry, As we go, as we go. There's the deer, bear and wolverine And a plenty of sea birds are seen; With many a beautiful ravine Shaded by the lofty evergreen, As we go, as we go. There's many a town and city great, We see the progress of the state. So much business our train is late To where the people do immigrate; Here we'll stay, here we'll stay. 49 Logging on the Pacific Coast. Of many fine logs this climate can boast, They are cut with band saws, 1 say, In these states along the coast- In Washington, Oregon and California. THE FORESTS. WE'LL sing of the lovely forests Where Nature makes her display; Where the birds build their nests, Where the trees are in beauty array. Chorus Sing of the lovely forests, Repeat the glad refrain. From the valley to the mountains Is a sea of living green. We'll sing of the lovely forests, Fringed with a leafy screen So gracefully waving in the breeze. Beneath their folds a silvery stream. — Cho. We'll sing of the lovely forests. Entwined with vines and mistletoe. Where are now its beautiful treasures? There we see them as we go. — Cho. We'll sing of the lovely forests, While we gather the flowers and mosses there, Near the many springs and fountains, With their beauty and fragrance rare. — Cho. We'll sing of the lovely forests; Of the beauties of the closing day. There how sweetly all may rest While the glowing sun is hid away. — Cho. August, 1905. 51 Scenes in British Columbia and Burying Ground. Moose hunting in British Columbia, By the sportsmen it is fine fun ; They wear snowsboes of a winter's day, And capture their game on the run. THE PACIFIC SLOPE. WE'LL just take a note Of the great Pacific slope: See the sheep and mountain goat, While we stay, while we stay. It is washed by the ocean deep, Bounded by the mountains steep, Where the rivers and ocean meet, While we stay, while we stay. Wonderful forests here are seen, The redwood, fir and cedar we mean. Here and there crossed by a silvery stream. While we stay, while we stay. They have corn, oats and wheat. The fruits are both solid and sweet, With fish and game to eat, While we stay, while we stay. We see the steamers in the bay, Loading with products while they stay. To go to distant ports away, While we stay, while we stay. Many precious stones are found. And rich minerals there abound. Fine stone and marble under ground. While we stay, while we stay. August, 1905. 53 Lake Ages, Alberta, Canada. There is a lake that is spread Far above the ocean tide, Fenced in with mountain's round; Its beauties are Nature's pride THE PUGET SOUND. WE are now on the Sound, As we sail on. And we'll take a look around, As we sail on; And see the beauties found, As we sail, as we sail. There many fish they catch, As we sail on; And the oysters, too, they fetch. As we sail on; The log rafts there they stretch, As we sail, as we sail. Some fine cities there are seen. As we sail on; Its banks are lined with evergreen. As we sail on; The hills are hid by a leafy screen, As we sail, as we sail. The Pacific Ocean soon we'll see, As we sail on; And among the waves we'll be, As we sail on; Where the shark and swordfish play. As we sail, as we sail. August, 1905. ^ssa Crater Lake, Oregon. We'll sing of the beauties on the mountains near by, Of Crater Lake, eight thousand feet high, Where the beautiful landscape in the distance Is seen, And the rich valleys of evergreen. Hercules Pillars, Oregon. Next we see the Pillars of Hercules, Near by the Columbia river; The works of God and Nature, if you please. Beautiful Monuments, they'll stand forever. THE CASCADES. OTHOU great Cascades so far are seen. In beauty aloft are thy snow-capped peaks; Thy hidden treasures beneath thy feet, And thy mantles are the evergreen. Thou dost wear a glistening cap of snow, Thy foundations are solid granite walls, With caverns, caves and their castle halls; Thou art girded with a bright rainbow. Thy pillars are made by Nature's hand, Yet thou dost sing as the years go by, Of summer's smiles and winter's sighs: For many ages there they firmly stand. Over the chasms pour many a waterfall. While they're singing around thy feet, Far, far below the great, rocky steep. And are hid away among the trees so tall. Thou must be proud of thy forests old. Now tell of my beauties if you can! Or of my greatness, who can span? And of thy many riches that are untold. August, 1905. CANADA. NOW we visit the Canadian Country, To learn of its wonders far away; With its treasures and its beauties, The rivers and falls make their display. 57 Now we visit the Canadian Country With its prairies, valleys and plains, There's its forests, lakes and rivers, And the wonderful mountain chains. Now we visit the Canadian Country, There's the oceans, gulfs and bays. And the beauties there of Nature; There the corn and wheat they raise. Now we visit the Canadian Country, To the Northern lands we go; There the minerals, marbles and limestone. The many wild animals and Eskimo. Now we visit the Canadian Country And the Arctic regions of old. Soon we must leave this healthful clime — O could we pen Nature's stories told! THROUGH OREGON. VE are traveling through Oregon, Where the trains so swiftly run; But you've got to have the *'mon," While you go, while you go. Here's the cedars and the spruce. The eagle, duck and goose, And wild animals running loose. While you go, while you go. Here's the corn, oats and wheat. Plums and cherries and berries sweet, And turnips, onions and the beet, While you go, while you go. 5S o ho (D o o o o I- -o o en n ii *-' rH in S o o U 25 Si m Oo CI® "I Here is the snow-capped peak, Many falls pouring o'er the rocky steep And are hid in the forest deep, While you go, while you go. Here the gold and silver abound, And other minerals are found. The saw and shingle mills around. While we go, while we go. Now the ocean tide we reach, And we're camping on the beach, And the oysters we can reach, While we stay, while we stay. August, 1905. THE Wn^LAMETTE RIVER. WE'LL sing of the Willamette River, Where its clear waters flow; We'll sing of its beauties ever. As over its bosom we row. We'll sing of the Willamette River, Of its sparkling waters so grand; Among its fragrants there so clever, See its waters like a silvery band. We'll sing of the Willamette, Of its waters pouring over the falls. All its wonders we'll ne'er forget: Along its banks the mountain walls. We'll sing of the Willamette As it rolls on to meet the tide. Its springs and streams we remember yet:. All these scenes are Nature's pride. 60 a Oi 3 S 14 (-. ^ OJ u ,is! 1) 83 We'll sing of the Willamette — How can we its wonders tell? O could we of its treasures get! Now to its smiles we bid farewell. August, 1905. THE SONG OF THE PACIFIC. WE'RE sailing on the Ocean, Out among its waves so blue, Where our ship cuts the foam; With the brave boys of its crew! We'll sing of the Pacific Ocean; Its waves are rolling 'neath our feet, And the treasures in its bosom Are hidden by the waters deep. The waves are broken by the mountains. And the lovely island chains. Now our ship fast is sailing; For miles you'll see its white wings. We see out around our vessel, Where the shark and swordfish play, And the many other wonders That are seen far out at sea. Still on northward now we're steering;. Yonder is the whale in sight: See! he is spouting high the water. We see the mountains on the right. We see the Alaskan coast ahead, The volcanoes are in sight, Throwing high their smoke and cinders:. They're enveloped in flames of light. 62 Now we leave the Alaskan coast, Sailing to the southern strands, Where the orange and palm trees grow In their warm and native lands. MOUNT RAINIER. OTHOU Nature's mount of wonders, Dressed in green and white mantles around, The gems of frost is thy sparkling crown. Proudly laughing at the tempest and thunder. Like a monarch viewing the landscapes round. Above the chasms and rocky steeps, And above the hills, there dressed so neat. Where many falls and streams abound. Thy crown is fourteen thousand feet, And the forests doth thee surround, Where the rich valleys and fields are found Far above the waves of the ocean deep. Pray tell me when thou camest forth; Who laid the treasures at thy feet, Or girded thee around with walls so steep? Dost thou recall thy day of birth? I came forth when this world was made; There at my feet His treasures spilt; By Nature's God my walls were built: Of the day of my birth thou canst read. August, 1905. 6.3 MOUNT HOOD. OHOW good to stand on Mount Hood And view the landscape around. Long the evergreen has stood in the deep wood — With fields and hills it is bound. O the beauty of the hill, the brook and the rill, The plains there He far beyond; Hear the woods with music swell around the waters still, Far beneath its treasures are found. We see lovely springs and sparkling streams, How can its beauties be told? Here Nature sings of her wondrous things As she doth her book there unfold. The rich fields of grain and orchards show the same — This mountain has stood for centuries of old; We'll stop again and read of his fame, With foundations of silver and gold. He stands there a king, for many miles is seen, With his sparkling crown of snow; His rich gifts he doth bring, beneath his mantle green, As he doth his great majesty show. August, 1905. HERCULES' PILLARS. ^^ ING, O sing of the wonders \_J And of the beauties of Hercules; See! They stand so proudly yonder, Out among the evergreen trees. 64 Sing, O sing your songs so clever, Where the Pillars of Hercules stand Overlooking the Columbia River And the beauties of the land. Sing, O sing your songs so sweet Where the Pillars rear their heads, With the Columbia at their feet Moving over its gravel beds. Sing, O sing your songs of love; Of Hercules, built by Nature's hand, Who rear their heads so far above As if to view the sceneries grand. Sing, O sing those wonders again As we leave this lovely spot; Sing of the mountains and the plains And of Hercules' happy lot. September, 1905. 65 BOOK NUMBER TWO r\tW! o . ^ O o o o >, ® -s -S 2 .4i^ ro ►^ "^ ^ -C -Q t. t3 o i^ fl o ® o £ o s o Z, ^ o CO •r-t 1— I O rt Oj ^ Ph _ 5 3 "S -^ o o a> ^ ^ ^ +3 M .2 ^ ^ .-s ^^ SONG OF THE COLUMBIA. NOW we visit the Columbia Where its sparkling waters roll; By the mountains it is nourished With their waters pure and cold. Now we'll sing of the Columbia Where its sparkling waters roll Onward to the Pacific Ocean — It will reach its final goal. We will gather of its treasures (Some lie buried 'neath the sands). Of its flowers, shells and pearls — See its beauties on every hand. We are floating as a feather Out over its waters blue; In its fragrance as the flowers, Peacefully on glides our canoe. Its banks are like the mountain chains Towering 'neath th-e sunny sky; Now we're passing the silvery streams Pouring over the precipice high. Still we're moving toward the ocean As if borne on the waves of light; There's the fir, the spruce and cedar — The peaceful ocean is in sight. 69 THE CEDARS. WE'LL sing of the lovely cedars, Like a giant, with twigs so high; Sing'of its rich, green mantle Gracefully waving in the sky. See! They're monarchs of the valley, As for centuries they have stood Laughing there at the driving storm, A fine body of pinkish wood. It is used by the sailor On the vast, rolling deep; It is used by the woodman, A^shelter from the storms they meet. Near their feet are the silvery streams. Above their heads the mountain peaks, Where it stands there so firmly Within the great forest's deep. We^will sing of the lovely cedars As we leave them far away. As to other lands we're going We'll bid them a kind good-day. August, 1905 CRATER LAKE. THERE'S a lake on the mountains Far above the rolling seas. Where the golden sunbeams play. Let us sing of its beauties. 70 Ostrich. Farm in California. We view the large ostrich farm too, Where they have many birds together; Quite an industry we see as we go, They are raised for their fine feather. There's a lake on the mountains, Some eight thousand feet high, Where the air is pure and bracing On the mountains where it lies. There's a lake on the mountains — See its circling, silvery bands, Far above the streams and forests. As if to view the far-off lands. There's a lake on the mountains Whose banks are the rocky steeps. Where we're sailing o'er its waves. Its treasures lie buried 'neath its feet. There's a lake on the mountains, Spread out in beauty while the ages roll, In peace and quietude it rests. O if its beauties could only be told! August, 1905. THROUGH CALIFORNIA. WE'LL sing of California as we go; Of its wonders we will write. As we move on in our iiight. We see the mountains covered with snow. We'll sing of California as we roam. Of its fountains and medical springs. Its lovely valleys and mountain streams And of the mountaineers' happy home. We'll sing of California as we pass, The Devil's Kitchen and Old Arm Chair (His Oven and Teakettle are also there). And of the valley's rich carpet of grass. 72 « c: O) © *j © c£ u -O o 2 >? ^ s3 OQ « a, ^ T" tH fcH ^ fc^ a> « ^ ,Q S ■-H 3^ ^ T5 *" 2 CVS O •r-H rr. *^ ti -C isO ■^ ti ^ o •1— ( 1 — 1 2^ 06 < U PI •rH S J-. ^ <« (Ti fc. a> f^ M J: -o » +J s ■* •r-H !^ ^> ^ t« > >:-, 0^ ^ F^ 03 ^ We'll sing of California as we go on, Of the Seven Falls and the great redwood, Its tropical fruits that are very good. Who can tell its wonders in a song? We'll sing of California as we move, With its volcanoes and lava beds, The wooded hills and snow sheds, Of the many birds, the pigeon and the dove. September, 1905. MOUNT SHASTA. THERE'S a mountain far away There in the land of gold; O could you its wonders see As it stands in that region old. There's a mountain far away Whose wonders are untold, Where the spring and soda fountain play, Where Nature's book doth unfold. There's a mountain far away. Where the sun sinks in the deep, So high are its solid granite walls. It rears its head fourteen thousand feet. There's a mountain far away — Shasta is the name we sing- Its treasures are hid beneath its folds, Its dress is a mantle of green. There's a mountain far away That wears a crown of light; Its jewels are the frost and snow — We'll sing of this wonderful sight. September, 1905. 74 THE REDWOOD. ^ ING of the forests of the redwood trees, y_y As in beauty they stand all Nature to please. Sing of the forests of the redwood trees — What giants of the forests are like these? Sing of the forests of the redwood, So majestic they stand, both green and good. Sing of the forest of the redwood, That for long centuries there have stood. Sing of the redwood while passing by. As they rear their heads three hundred feet high. Sing of the redwood while passing by. So gracefully waving in the sky. Sing of the redwood with mantle green That stand in power dressed like a king. Sing of the redwood with mantle green, That for many miles they are seen. Sing of the redwood forests as they grow, We'll think of their wondrous beauty as we go, Sing of the redwood forests as they grow. In sorrow we bid them a last adieu. August, 1905. THE SEVEN FALLS. HERE is where the sparkling waters roll; 'Tis the beauty of the Seven Falls, Descending over the mountain walls, As they move onward to their goal. 75 Their robes are like the jewels rare, Their feet are hid by the clouds of light, Ever singing of its power and might, Brightly shown in the mountain air. Among the rocks its treasures are seen, As down the mountain it doth climb, A silvery beauty there sublime, Where it drinks from every spring. It is flowing through the land; See, it is hidden by the forests green. How peacefully flows the mountain stream; And will reach the ocean strand. Far behind are the snow-capped peaks. On the mountains there go by, With sharp- pointed rocks piercing the sky. Where it rolls on, the tides to meet. August, 1905. SIERRA NEVADA MOUNTAINS. WF/LL sing of a mountain range Far away in our land of gold, 'Tis the Sierra Nevada we see — A wonder while the ages roll. We'll sing of a mountain range That stands in a region old; With their sparkling crowns so high. What a lovely sight to behold! We'll sing of a mountain range As we hear the story told; Its many treasures unseen, Where they laugh at the tempests and cold. 76 Needle Mountains, California. These mountains differ from others, A beauty In Nature for miles are seen, Their round tops decorated with snow feathers While their bases are covered with evergreen. We'll sing of a mountain range Where Nature's book doth unfold; Precious stones and minerals are found; Many are the beauties they hold. We'll sing of a mountain range, There they stand as monarchs bold; Where the palm and magnolia grow; They were formed by Nature's mold. We'll sing of a mountain range, Where Nature's pictures are scrolled; There the roses and lilies bloom — How can all its beauties be enrolled? YOSEMITE VALLEY. THERE is a lovely valley Withm our sunny land; 'Tis a beauty — the Yosemite — With its scenery grand. There in this lovely valley, With its great waterfalls; Near by is the redwood And the mountain walls. There in this lovely valley. Its beauties doth unfold; So many are its treasures And wonders there untold. There in this lovely valley, Its pictures are Nature's charms; The butterflies and roses Are gathered in its arms. 78 The Yosemite Valley, California. There is a lovely valley, That pictures Nature's charms, The butterflies and rose-^. Are gathered in its arms. There in this lovely valley Are gems and jewels rare, The palm and magnolia, And crystal fountains fair. August, 1905 THROUGH NEVADA. OF a state on the plains we'll sing, 'Tis the great state of Nevada, far away, With its mountains, hills and plains, And its streams where the sunbeams play. Of a state on the plains we'll sing, In our far-off southwestern lands, We'll hear the strains that Nature brings And see the great beds of sand. Of a state on the plains we'll sing, With its treasures hidden there; Its silvery streams and hot springs, The precious stones and jewels rare. Of a state on the plains we'll sing. Where fine marbles and minerals are found; Many fine timbers and lovely springs. The pine and the evergreen abound. Of a state on the plains we'll sing, There with its barren tablelands; The rich valleys their treasures bring, There on its golden strands. September, 1905. 80 ON THE PLATEAU VE stop as we go through On a great and high plateau Where they have neither rain or dew, While passing through, passing through. Here the ground is quite bare There's no trees or grass there, And dusty enough to make you swear, While passing through, passing through. Here the air is so light, And this is a wonderful sight. To see the mountains on the right, While passmg through, passing through. We see the pillars there so high The barren rocks we pass by, And we have no time to stay, While passing through, passing through; Now we leave the barren land. And go through the valley grand With fruitful fields on every hand. While passing through, passing through. August, 1905. A SONG ON THE PLAINS. WE are traveling over the plains Where it seldom ever rains And a cloud hides our train. We'll get there, we'll get there. 81 ? -6 C OJ t: