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Show them till sunset. After returning home, I made a report on the subject to a wise man of my acquaintance. He looked at me silently and so scornfully as to shut my mouth. To this day I cannot guess whether he thot me an idiot or whether he himself could not explain it. A few months ago I ventured to ^ention the matter to a chapter of the A.A.. They were polite but I felt f they did not consider my question worth muoh attention. According to the Swiss Cross for March 1187pJ.08 Prof Brooks saw the white foam on green water look red becauge hy a law of optics red is f the complementary color of green. I suppose this explains the color of the cranes. (I was with Mama and remember our puzzlement. Clara.) For thp Geologist. A letter by S.C.T. May 1888. I have felt sorry to recieve your little paper and make no return, for not being a geologist 1 thot I had nothing to add of interest to you. This winter we have been reading the life of Agassiz. I notice in it a reference to the stones of the Helderberg,that was interesting to me. I visited when a child the dear old greatmrandmother whose picture hangs he§ fore me as I write, whose home was right on top of the little old mountain named Helderberg. It had a right to be called a mountain, being in one place J;wo thousand feet hi^h, but people who lived there near its foot call it "the Hill". Close to Grandmothers (Thankful Williams Gheesebro) bare smooth blue rock had not heen worn at &11 in ruts altho the road had been over it for a hundred yeats. In a crack in the rock which ran across the dooryard corner, grew two big trees. Some one had put a large swing of poles between these trees. A fearful place to fall fromj Some flowers of Grandmothers yard I cannot keep in favored Iown because snow melts and exposes them too early in the Spring. fhe A.A.Song Composed by Chapter 887. To be sung to the tune of John'lrown's Body. Wake J Wake.1 Ye people! Hear the bugle sound afar. #ake8 But your eyes shall rest on peace-we bring no war; Come join our chorus,Ifatures1 heralders we are, And sing we as we go. Chor. Glory, glory etc Last line of each verse for last line of chores. HarkJ'Hear the bird.'tis singing Ilaturess roundelay: List to the buzzing bee and watch the squirrel play: See o'er the sunny hills the golden close of dayl Bach perfect in itTs way. Chor In every blossom that doth raise its shinning face; From every creature held in latures kind embrace; Sfen in the craggy rock or distant cloud we trace The workmanship of God. Chor. Bepeat last line softly. |