Senoritas and Pinto Beans
are ripe in the Land of Mears
Far in his remote oasis Swift Lathers surveyed the verdure of his little garden which he had taught the desert to grow for him by the mild persuasion of disintegrating buried leaves which he had gathered in Mears and carried over the sands in paper bags . His potatoes were in . blossom and the sand vetch though of delicate leaves had its purple bloom . Along the wooden sidewalks the iris was triumphant in its strug- gle for life , the hollyhocks were four inches above the ground and the sweet clover was holding out . Visitors beheld the young rye and thought it was grass until they were told . Peace was all about . Blessed be the great barrier reef of the dunes and the mile and a half of stretching sands that shut away the multitude and let the courageous few pass through . Isolated as it is , the place seems almost like an island where one may go away and review the follies of the mainland , the vanities of vanities , and get a new perspective of life's unessentials . Sky and wa- ter , firewood and shelter , food and a few clothes , the wild berries and the flowers , these are the things that matter . Gadgets and motors and velours we can live without . There is time here to review the tides and trends of the times and get an anchorage in the satisfactions of the for- est . From this paradise of peace one hates to go back to the mills , to the rancor of towns , to the artificialities of a sophisticated world . The birds , the butterflies , the chipmunks are sincere friends , and their life is part of the rhythm of the forest . Always the oasis is saying : " Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest . The shades of John Burroughs and Henry David Thoreau walking here . They were bright men who long ago discovered the heal- ing of the woodlands . Many who spend their lives in the turmoil of the mills , paying an infinite line of bills , would have just as much at the end of a year or a lifetime if they settled in the forest . Simplicity of life is a great art . To Swift Lathers a quart of buttermilk with a cheese sandwich is the food of the gods . - Dale Lathers and Dicky Corliss are picking cherries for L. D. Estes . - Alex Stalker , the tall rider from the Montana range , is a picturesque character . At his farm in the elbow of the Silver Lake road he rents his saddle horses to the resorters and often rides with them . Alex is the spirit of the western plains . For Sale : Horse - drawn hay rake , two years old . Wayne Greena , Rt . 1. Roth- bury , four miles east of New Era . Fred and Mabel Dean have finished their basement walls and will soon put a wooden hat on it and move in
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