Pathway to Western Literature

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910. Excerpt: ... A SONG OF AUTUMN By Henby Meade Bland TIS old autumn, the musician, Who, with pipe and tabor, weaves The sweet music lovers sigh for In the falling of the leaves. I have heard his distant anthem Go a-sighing through the trees Tjike the far-off shouts of children, Or the hum of swarming bees. When he plays the leaflets flutter On the boughs that hold them fast; Or they scurry through the forest Or they spin before the blast. And they frolic and they gambol, And they cling to autumn's gown As the children to the Piper's In the famous Hamelin Town. Then they rustle and they hurry To a canyon dark and deep; And the Piper, dear old autumn, Pipes till he is fast asleep.--From "Poems.." SAN GABRIEL VALLEY By Theodore Van Dyke BUT to see at its best the loveliest part of Southern California, as improved, one must descend into its great valley of San Gabriel. The Sierra Madre Mountains that form its northern wall rise with a sudden sweep much higher above the valley than most of the great mountains of our country rise above the land at their feet, lifting one at once into a different climate and to a country where primeval wildness still reigns supreme. Few parts of the United States are less known and less traversed than these great hills; yet they look down upon the very garden of all California. Away up there the mountain trout flashes undisturbed in the hissing brook, and the call of the mountain quail rings from the shady glen where the grizzly bear yet dozes away the day, secure as in the olden time. From the bristling points where the lilac and manzanita light up the dark hue of the surrounding chaparral the deer yet looks down upon the plain from which the antelope has long since been driven; while on the lofty ridges that lie in such clear outline against...