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PAGE FOUR" A CATALINA HIKE By a "Tenderfo~ot' Hiker Hiking had never seemed to hold- out anything of charm to me, but this friend whom I met frequently just planning an early start tomorrow morning, or just returning after hav- ing tramped all day, did fascinate me. With her air of the big outdoors, her bobbed hair, her tanned skin, and the free swing of her stride. ,So I asked one day: "May I go with 3~0u?" and she replied by inquiring into my equipment regarding head, legs and feet. Finding I had practically none, we /both'foraged for boots, pants, a shirt and soforth, and considering that each borrowed item was made to fit a ,different size woman, I felt awfully ~lt--really I did, and looked--well, i looked heavenward. The question of apparel being set- tled, we turned our attention to re- freshments. The point-stressed in re- gard to refreshments being plenty of water, and juicy fruits and vegetables. I procured a canteen--a regular one-- holding eight pints, also a copious supply of oranges, lemons, grapefruit, tomatoes and cucumbers. How much does a pint of water weigh? I wonder! I wonder! And, by any chance law of gravity, does a pint grow weighter as one continues on an ascending scale above the sea level? Answer me that. \Vilst thou? As I look back and cahnly contem- plate, it occurs to me that all edibles containing any considerable amount of juices are bulky and approximately weighty. Had yon ever thought of that ? Nothing interfering, we were to make our start at 4:30 a. m. And we did so. And if you have never risen at 4:30 in the morning, in a mountain- ous country, do so--for you know not what you are missing, and I cannot tell thee. It was strangely dark, and still, I know. The canteen hung at my side, the bulky articles on my back, and the sandwich bag at the waist line in front, each suspended, in a manner. from my unseasoned neck. On the level it was fine, and we started in great spirits; but one can- not remain on the level very long in Catalina. This little Island being a series of grades: Up grade, down grade--any way you wander. My companion and guide made straight for the Summit, if one may term a steady up-grade of 45 degrees going straight. Are we there? Is this the Sumntit? You said it was only a step. Then I learned that this Summit, spoken of in such a familiar way that I felt it must be ever so close, was four miles away, and was considered by nay friend as our real starting point. ~Vell, that was all right, and by" the time we reached the Summit the sun had come up between the ocean and the sky--right on the horizon~ as big as a base drum, yellow as gold, and looking as if it thought itself tttemost important thing on or off the Island. I liked it. So far all was exhilerating. The canteen being at my side, the bulky juices at the back, and the sandwich bag in front--all suspended in a man- ner from my rather tender neck. And have you ever noticed how heavy hik- ing boots are? At this juncture I learned that our destination was Silver Beach, via (meaning thro or by way of), Silver Canyon, and the lure held out was a glimpse of rumored silver mine, and a dip in the clear, clean foamy water across the Island. 13id you know that the ocean on the far side of the Island is much nicer, cleaner and blue-greener than it is on" the near side ? Well, it is, and if you doubt this, just get up some cool, cold morning at 4 and see for thyself. By the time you will have arrived "via" the canyon, the darkness, the strange stillness and the cold coolness will have disappeared. Coming from the middle west, and never having seen any thing higher than a kite, I had small knowledge of ridges and canyons. Naturally, I felt that the bed of a canyon must be quite far down some place, and I found I was right about that ; for, leaving the Summit, we commenced to decend, and we decend- ed, until I began to feel so low down I despaired of ever rising again. And yet we had not reached the bottom! The sides of a canyon are very steep, I found, and they are not ter- raced. The wild goats are doing much toward terraci g the whole Islar but Just as my companion, alert a:s a leaf, was confiding to. me that at any moment now we might see some-~oats (as it was about the hour in which they usually came down from the coast ridges to get their morning drink), a shower of sticks, stones and boulders came crashing down around us. This was the goats' way of say- ing that they had seen us first. At the same instant I discovered that my guide and fellow-hiker was a poet, for she exclaimed, as she jug- gled her pack daintily: '"]'be wary goats, with nimble feet, Trip down the anyon's side so steel). The merry, merry spring to greet." Not to be out-done, and just to give her the assurance of being in congenial company, I replied: ~@, "The boulders large--the pebbles small, How fast tiley fall--how swift withal." From this point on the tone of our conversation changed completely. We seemed to be entirely different beings from the ones that yesterday were planning an eating and drinking list lest tomorrow we might be needing such mundane things mightily. Personally, I felt unwantonly young and youthful, as if there were some hidden depth to my nature ,that I challenged.the common herd to pene- trate. This dropping so easily into jingles, too! I liked it. In fact, I always had liked poetry, but somehow I had al- ways associated it with a clean dress, and easy chair, a serenity- of mind and a relaxation of extremities, and I con- fess that it proved to be quite an ef- fort to just offhand think up rhymes with that canteen flopping from side to side, the bulky bundle slipping off my back, and the sandwich bag dangl- ing in front and knocking my knees with every stride--all in a manner de- pending on my raw neck for support[ So, where a little later she turne.t toward me with catTtioning finger for silence and twittered: "The wild canary's symphony I hear above us in the tree; This orchestra of feathered throats Pours forth its joy in sweetest notes; No jarring sounds, no false attempt-- Just joyous freedom finding vent." I sank down and murmured: "Oh, let us pause and listen, Bet; My throat is dry--my feet are wetY' We did pause, and while my guide explained in a general way the top- ography of the journey from thence onward, we partook of a meager rest What I THE CATALINA After Ever.), Its the eonieetion you ean --amd ll's a Ilesllon and a 1o1" Ilze and Wri~lley's beneJit as lPdeSsul"~ Squibbs' Milk of The Best Tooth Paste Counteracting Mouth Acidity 50 Cents AVALON DRUO 405 Crescent Avenue f FOR EVERYONE A Brilliantine that IXANDRUFF, Promotes Growth of Hair, and It stays Combed as you like ONAOLAMOTOfl Prevents and Relieves Try it and see the differe~ce' Ask your Barber or They Know ! LYLE PENDEGAST Attorney at 622 Stock Exchange Buildi~ll 639 So. SPRING ST.