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can look on to the flower beds, always the best way 
to see them, as first impressions are the most last- 
ing. The grounds’ here will be made attractive. 
Alighting from the car, and passing through the 
station into the park, attention is immediately di- 
rected to the spring, which is built up with natural 
stone, the water running over all the time. This is 
brought a distance of nearly two hundred feet from 
the rocks at a high elevation; it is very pure and 
inexhaustible. Directly in front of the spring a 
large-sized bed has been arranged with choice na- 
tive ferns and flowers; the stones are now some- 
what bare, but will in a short time be covered with 
vines, which will take off the artificial appearance. 
This is a very pleasing and welcome spot and, as 
may be imagined, the spring is freely used. A little 
further along the scene changes, the rocky cliff is 
called Cat Rocks, why, the writer hardly knows. 
THE CASCADE. 
Some say a perfect picture of a cat can be seen in 
front of the rocks; others say that long ago a 
hunter’s dog chased a wild cat to the point seen in 
the picture, both going at a rapid rate, and both 
went headlong over the rock into the creek below 
and were killed. Whatever may be the legend, a 
fine natural scene is displayed. 
The rustic shelter stands on the highest eleva- 
tion of that part of the park which has been devel- 
oped, and when the foliage is off the trees a splen- 
did view of the grounds and surrounding country is 
seen from this lookout. In this connection it may 
be said that every rustic building is placed for a 
purpose — a fine view, a proper resting place, or a 
quiet nook to read in; they are not dropped any- 
where for the sake of having a given number. The 
illustration shows a portion of the first rustic bridge 
that was built, at the end of which is a large rustic 
vase, four feet six inches in diameter. One such 
vase is placed at each corner, and add greatly to the 
appearance of the bridge. There is a small dam in 
the creek within a few feet of this bridge, and 
whether one is resting on the bridge or in the house 
on the rocks, with the noise of the water, the peo- 
ple passing to and fro, the birds singing and the 
innumerable little squirrels running close by, there 
comes a sense of rare beauty, coupled with clear 
and beautiful air at all times, better enjoyed than 
pen can describe. 
Passing on we come to the picnic grove, another 
delightful spot. The trees are hemlock, oak and 
maple, with hemlocks predominating. In the warm- 
est days this spot is always cool and remarkably 
free from insects of all kinds; this may be attrib- 
uted to the strong aroma from the hemlocks. Am- 
ple provision is made for seating large companies 
at tables, and a liberal- sized rustic shelter is located 
in this grove. The Zoo at present contains only a 
small collection of animals — deer, elk and a pair of 
black bears. Continuing our walk along the cliff 
of the Big Run we pass three more rustic shelters, 
each being located for a special purpose, and reach 
a rustic foot bridge, which crosses the dam. It is 
twelve feet wide by sixty feet long, and is a well- 
designed structure. After crossing this bridge one 
is in the park proper, where the buildings are di- 
versely located, but within a short distance of each 
other. A visit to the cascade, illustrated, affords a 
beautiful view, and a platform has been erected 
with the sides protected by a rustic fence; an elec- 
tric light illuminates the s 'ene at night, and makes 
this spot as interesting as by full daylight. 
The future will undoubtedly see the continued 
development of this beautiful spot, which in nat- 
ural beauty and opportunities for the highest de- 
velopment can hardly be excelled. 
Speaking of the chrysanthemum in its Japan home, 
a writer in the Chicago Times-Herald says: The flower 
market in Tokio is a sight never to be forgotten. In 
every ward of the city there is a flower market three 
evenings in the month, so that you could go to a differ- 
ent one every night and yet not see them all. Here is 
an extract from a diary, telling of a visit to one of them: 
“The festival was held on one of the principal streets, 
and it was just filled with men, women and children; yet 
not a sign of jostling or pushing, so different from one 
of our crowds at home. The chrysanthemum was the 
flower of the evening, for it is early in November, and 
the street was illuminated with torches and lanterns. I 
never even dreamed of anything so glorious as this dis- 
play of flowers. And all to be bought for a mere noth- 
ing. Of course the usual bargaining and haggling has to 
take place. Why, they offer you for 10 sen (5 cents) a 
plant that you could not buy at home for $5; it does 
seem mean to beat them down. But when you see the 
alacrity with which the vendor accepts an offer of 5 sen, 
if you show any intention of moving away, then your 
conscience is a little easier.” 
