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ANZANITAS! Oh, see Oh, my manzanita of the hills, ye have the manzanitas ! Sier- spoken, ye have sung, rung out from thy

, ra’s sky lines are cleft tiny bells not only the love chime of thy with radiance,

flowers, but a deep note that echoes from California's great out- another day. The flower symbol, like all doors is at our feet. true symbols, is a lost chord to the senses, Above the

but to catch one æolian note leads from drifts and the blue key note to higher creeping overtone of mountain shadows, the mystery land; be- divine unison. low us the misty flower plain. The all- Sit here on this brown warm earth. It between is our own, inspiration decked as is summer. We are in the hills. A bit of we follow the trails. We cannot go far the world-book bound in granite and in without meeting our manzanitas. There pine lies before us. Turn the leaves, my they are, white, glistening clouds, pink nature-lover, and see the etchings in chap

, vapors of fragrance.

paral, manzanita, pine, madrona and the Long before the mountain-mother finer soft-drawn lines that pad their footgathers back her white skirts from her steps. See the manzanita covering the upfoothills to let her flower children creep

lands with its soft grey-leaved beauty, so out, our beauty has ventured. But they softly grey that you wonder where the haze are not only of the winter; they hold with- of heat begins, and where the manzanita in their tiny bells last summer's sunshine, blends into the ever-flattening tone: just sunset skies, the passing cloud, the storm, the stones, or a lone pine, or the shadow the whirr of wings, and all that nature's of a hill-shoulder mark the earth steps. heart can hold, for a manzanita blossom is In that summer haze and heat, the tiny the cycle of a year. We have watched long manzanita buds are hanging. Born just for their coming in our year's rambles, and after the blossoming time, while the green now one whiff from their blossoms is a fruits are maturing, these mummy-like spring time of promise, brings back a sum- buds, enwrapped, bespiced as no mummy mer of prophecy, and is a year of con- ever was, sleep. Did we not know our summation. To the earth-bound they are plant and its ways, we would say that it of the earth, but to him who treads not would blossom again at once. But through the beaten path, they lead far afield with the long, hot, rainless summer days they its joys, and, too, into that borderland wait-sleep and wait. What herald is to wherein commingle the past and the pres- summon them—what Lethe is in the soft ent, the known and the unknown: where summer air—what spell is over them! The we feel the "greater things than these.” heat-waves rise and fall, a lullaby, a craWere we always with them, we would know dle song for them. About them the the year-long undertone of the world's great grey nut-pine like an after-thought mysteries, time's overtone of world songs. of coloring, when the palette was paled

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anu wan, strides wide-armed and gaunt. dream of the atmosphere of that other
Squirrels kindly pile their nut chaff about day; know that yesterday and to-day are
his feet as a peace offering for their depre- one, that where thought and plan are,
dations, and, too, lest unimpeded he time is not!
wraith-like might vanish in the shadows Listen! Across this canyon and that
of the coming winter's night while they mountain, with their changed lines and
slept. Standing aloof, alone, above his levels echoes the great nature anthem that
fellows, he is the minor note of the hill- all down the centuries has rung out. Do
side, but the buds heed not—they sleep. you not still hear it come beating, pulsing
Even the long in and out weaving of the on across this placid day?
bright milk-weed butterflies, up and down Superior to all accidentals strikes the
the canyon, as they flutter through the al- key-note of divine harmony; we forget the
ders, over the mullens, across the hazel passing discord in the final resolving
and the brook, does not awaken them. In- cadence.
deed, these butterflies, these "winged flow- To-day's little scrolls keep peeling off,
ers, seem drawing the sunshine and reeling off. Sitting here beside them,
shadow threads closer and closer in their with the flush of beauty about us, with
wanderings, and the mystery, the spell, closing eyes and inbreath from every leaf
seems deeper for their silent motion. and flower, and vibrating life about us,
Across myriad mystical nature-harps of dreamily we feel that, as they hold yester-
pine, chapparal, cascara and oak, comes day's impenetrable shadows, so, too, they
no awakening note. All the long summer hold yesterday's sunshine, its personality,
days the grasses nod, bend and bow to its life, its inspiration. 'Tis but a step of
each ripple of air, and rain down their retrospection to sit there beside them in
treasures, more polished and as full of that long-gone day. That they were there,
promise as the gold that glistens like a that we know them here to-day, gives us
new moon along yon miner's pan. The a sense of comradeship, and who dare say
bumble bee drones over the tar-weed. The just where we may have paused and parted
vireo says “sweet so sweet," overhead the to share this hour!
jay scolds; yet through it all, these quiet Across the haze of centuries blurs al-
buds are nodding, sleeping, dreaming- most as a memory-image the song-broken
dreaming of their coming day—of ages, quiet of our communing; the conscious-
lashed by the storms of eons, almost over- ness of being, the self, bridging the past,
whelmed by the slow creep of glacier and linking you and me in a sympathy wider
the onrush of those up-heavals and ero- than days is all there, mirroring our sun-
sions that put the ancient canyons and shine, our life, its charm, its import.
river beds on the summits of our present Silently, even as they have pattered
hills, they hold the secrets of the past. through the years, the scrolls fall. Dream

Think of them there when the lava again—the day is long. The mid-day came. See them clutching for life when songs are hushed, the heat flutters and the glacier grew, and see them triumph- vibrates, and even the leaves sleep. Dream antly growing along its fringes when it on! We scarce dare open to read these drew back the icy fingers. It decked the new scrolls, but see! trailing out across hillside when the stones were re-made; the future, in inspiration glistens the new those hieroglyphics hewn, chiseled, mould- path-way, the to-morrow that is to-day, ed, melted, scored conglomerated. The that sleeps. Close to the earth we listen cuneforms of nature! The large hand- for the message of the eternal now that writing that none can quite decipher. holds the prophecy of the awakening, and

Could we unroll and read, in patient in the burst of song that comes in the evenunfolding, these scrolls of time, we would tide, we find the overtone, the over-soul find the unity of the wheel of world-for- that unites this day, our personality, creatune; that which seems like broken tion with yesterday's, to-morrow's lifespoke or a slowing down would prove but only, just as the buds are sleeping, we the opportunity for a new impulse on the sleep to our perfection. lines of a new upbuilding.

It is autumn. Shoulder to shoulder, Gather a handful close to your heart, closely ranked, stand manzanitas.




Their funnel-shaped manner of growth, poise of leaf, will crave your heart to be however, leaves them free-footed. They painter, potter or sculptor. Their symare mazed beneath with footways for metrical irregularity is a synthesis of bewood-folk, and air-ways of breezes, or the ing that only the nature master hand could odor from their sandal wood striplings is bring to harmony; angularity, rotundity,

; indeed of a place blest. Their leaves that ruggedness and daintiness, color and flat through the long, hot, rainless days have tone are all there. You feel that you are turned and twisted to present their edges in the presence of a two-sided nature, but to the sun, are now careless of their poses. its resolving is as elusive as the honeyed Like drops of life-blood oozing from the fragrance flung to the varied breeze. mahogany red branches, hang the red ber- Tramp with them from warm, favored ries; life indeed to the birds.

nook to open sweep of hill crest. There will The rustle of wings, and the scurry of be days and weeks of development, and feet, tell of the feasts. Robins fly back happy trailings in happy quests. and forth in filmy streaks across the Seek them from the very edge of the bee morning and evening sky, going happily, gardens to piney hill slopes; there will be songfully from sleepy-hollow berry- months of joy that lead finally along the crowned ridge. The abundance lasts well path of many bird-songs and many nestthrough the winter; a roadhouse for the ings, until incense-borne we come to know migrant, or a store house for the year-long that flowers are the halos of the life-spirit

, resident.

they hold, and that the "essence of life is In those days of garnered strength, of divine." consummation of spring activities visible Banked against the forest green a mornin fruit and berry, and flutter of new- ing shaft of light-glints

Sierra found wings; in this great pause, in this snows to find in them a replica ; cool, quiet, Nirvana of the year, this brooding spirit scarce trembling with the oncoming day. of attainment, our buds are still sleep- At high noon they are bursts of honeved ing. With all their hidden potency they fragrance, the focus of bee life, the very still sleep.

emblem of high noon activity, a sort of Lo! the turn of the sun on his spring- apex of energy. At eve, the hour when waril trip. Subtle change of sun-slants the low-slipping sun reveals all their wontoo delicately poised to be sensed, perhaps, derful picturesque anatomy is the hour by a grosser plant, but though 'tis mid- to love them. Then shadows mystical winter our buds feel the impulse earlier creep from serried shoulder to shoulder, eren than the silk-tassel shrub, that hill- now this one, now that upheld, rounded, climber of the woods who flaunts his fly- blotted out. As the dusk falls, the long ing tatters to the wind. Slowly, steadily, purple shadows rise and fall, glow and they lift their drooping bud-heads through sink into the grey that is so fraught with storm and sunshine and foretell the com- hidden color that it almost

to ing spring. From that waking moment vibrate. until their perfection at summer's dawn Shadow-colors, the elf-children of light, there is joy to the hill lover, for the season calling out: “We are all here;" a roll call is long.

of dying color, of the dying day. In the Trace them over the hill where the for- misty light and shadow shiftings, and setest fire has devastated; you will find a tling down under the night cover, the new drove of them out-cropping, covering rich red branches blend into the red eartii, the stony, seared barrenness like a band and the garden above, alone floats in the of feeding sheep; low-crouching, with after-glow.

' rounded backs. A veritable rejuvenator A

See that outstretched, low-lying branch; for mother earth, saving the loam and add- it was no doubt borne down by an extra ing to it by their annual shedding. burden of snow. From earth to tip it is

Wander with the blossoming ones. The the essence of a perfection no art can hope soft rotundity and color suggesting cary- to exceed. Round red branch extended ings of jaspar, marble, daintily tinted at an inimitable slant; with every supshell, chalcedony or cameo; or the stau- porting branchlet and every staccato leaf esque firmness of branch, or Rodin-like just consummation one of another; then,


Then you

when all is crowned with the marble carv- misty paths curve into the twilight of the ing of flower forms—well! have you ever past, and out again into the new light. heard the lark sing, and almost seen the Trail them, hill-lovers; they are there for notes fall through the sunshine? Have you you.

Follow their faintest suggestions. ever been thrilled by the greatest lines of In this great out-doors we can pulse into beauty that art or life have brought you; the world-beat. have you ever known character so fine Listen! Along the curve of that bird that through the taut lines of hardship song as it falls to earth, among the rustle could weave bright silken meshes of lov- of the leaves, the creep of zephyr along ing kindness, patience and nobility? Ah, the pine needles, the drone of bees, the then you are of the blessed.

whirr of wings, we can hear the drift of can interpret that manzanita perfection. star-mist, know the building of worlds, Some day the sculptor will arise who, by and know that about us lies the vibrating subtle balance of line and insight, can unseen. embody its entirety; no copying will do. The powers of heaven are fast becomThen we shall know the unseen towarding the powers of men, and in so much as which all art, all science gropes.

we learn to be close to the earth, so do we We knelt before to read the scrolls, and touch the stars, found that from the scarring of old-world The lines that now bind are the retimes come the bee-gardens, the gold- leasers that swing to the infinite. Inspiratreasures of to-day: and the path led on. tion is but the borderland. All life, the

Now, with uplifted head we catch a universe is in one bird song, the drift of gleam from the long ago, shafted along one thistle-down. Naught is so great that the flower-way that makes us pause before it exceeds creation, nor so small but it these “lilies of the field,” “Lest we for- contains the whole. In that word, "Let get,” lest we be unconscious of our halos. there be light!" is contained the ultimate. We learn that from our heart scars come Each pathway, when we really find it, is our spirit treasures: that we are building illumined. No true pathways are dark, day by day, thought by thought, the true and no great truths but interchange and flower of our being.

lead to light. No path lies so surely along Across the chasms of the yesterdays illumined ground as this one with the comes this flower laden with the prophecy flowers, and the pines, down the canyon, of to-day, telling us that within the past over the heights. was the present, and contains all time: In the long sleeping buds we find the within chaos · and struggle is order, and simile of our undevelopment, also our posholds all perfection; that from sleep sibilities. Our awakening like theirs comes awakening, and binding all these trembles at the impulse of the new light like the season's fulfillments is the fine that fore-gleams. The new-old race rises thread of God's plan.

from the tatters, the debris of the ages. The sunshine strikes the glistening bells Their raiment is to be truth. Along the -it is more than sunshine, purer even flower-way we find the nature spirit-way than it came, reflected, illumined, en- that out-fathoms the sea, out-circles haloed. The leaves bear up the pink or changing, dying world with light, life inwhite flower clouds, and they are more finite. than leaves; inspired!

Oh, my manzanitas of the hills, ye have Dream! Poised in the sunshine, long spoken.







-ONEY IS THE greatest factor or question any of these, their fallacious

in the development of civiliza- theories would be heretical and unpartion. It acts like a vital fluid donable. “Money is a fixed standard of

in its constant service to man- value.” “Fluctuations in value are caused kind as a measure of value and medium of by changes in supply and demand.” “The exchange. Defective money interrupts scarcity of gold and its intrinsic value prosperity by its instability. But scien- make it the natural money metal.” “And tific money will release the latent power change in the value of money is imperof sound money and give it free scope to ceptible, because the world's stock of gold do its perfect work, like heart-beats in its is approximately a fixed quantity.” regularity.

Equality and justice have no examplars The control of money supply (made (like the bee in insect life) either in law possible by a defective money measure) is or custom, church or State, public or the greatest power in the world. Money private life. Because money power transis the valuable consideration that com- cends law, and circumvents justice by pletes all transactions, whether great or evasion, technicality and fraud; supplants small, and is generally believed to be a emulation by competition, and invests fixed standard of value; but in fact money political officers with authority as rulers, fluctuates in value with the changes from instead of public servants, as part of the redundancy to stringency in money sup- unlimited machinations making greed ply, which creates or destroys prosperity supreme, and is responsible for the fact by making prices of all wealth rise or fall that has no exception, no one is good but as the manipulators dictate, whether it be God. for their interest to either buy or sell.

The almost omnipotent power wielded A subtle secret (jealously guarded in by financiers, through the control of the the financial holy of holies, and never re- distribution of wealth by money manipuvealed to any one but the initiated) makes lation, perpetuates inequality and injusmoney power invincible. All Governments tice, poverty and slavery—withholds from ignorantly fix the measure in gold, at the labor the natural opportunities for the dictation of financiers; which they trans- production of wealth, and even the possimute by secret knowledge into omnipotent bility of sustaining life. The power of power, invisible and incomprehensible to might is the sole arbiter of every final conall but the initiated. They resort to every test, and there is no higher court of appeal. art and artifice to guard the secret from Life and strength are preliminary to all all the people. Truth is perverted and contests, and wealth is necessary to mainfalsehood instilled into the public mind by tain life. The measure of value fixed in promu!gating inspired doctrines of sub- gold gives financiers in control of money servient economists "on 'change,” in supply absolute power over the wealth of school and out of school, until all recog- the world. The Government, like the innized precedent and authority sustain dividual, is helpless without money. And them.

the money king, by his subtle power, can Belief in the accepted economic theories create demands at will exceeding money is a test of sanity and safety, and to doubt supply, or he can make money supply so

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