I’M WAITING FOR SOMEBODY, 
I’M waiting for Bomobody, somebody good, 
Who i» coaitnn to lmt tlircniKh it lonely wood; 
Coming ulono through a weary way— 
One who's been coraiug tunny a day. 
I'm waiting for sjiuebody, somebody dear; 
I long for tho stuntl of the footsteps to hear; 
I shall bear thsm long ere you can see 
The one Whs. Is coming, coming to me. 
I'm waiting for somebody, somebody true; 
8ome one who loves mo better than you ; 
One who will know without being told. 
Why l am waiting to-night In the cold. 
I’m waiting for somebody, somebody—well. 
1 dare not say handsome. 1 hardly dare tell. 
That eyes, black ns night, shall look into mine; 
Up? that you’ll envy shall givu me the sign. 
1 in waiting for somebody, somebody grand. 
The politest and best In this beautiful land : 
Should I (ell you the name, then you would see, 
Whatever you think will not trouble me. 
I’m waiting tor somebody; 'tls pleasanter so. 
For somebody’s waiting for me, you know ; 
’Tis early yet; Hie hour will he late. 
When somebody comes, 1 in willing to wait. 
I’m waiting for somebody. Why do you stay 1 
Is there any one doming lor you that way ? 
Hardly, but, then we never can know, 
When the somebody’s come, or where they go. 
MOORE’S LAKE, 
A teak ago this month our artist corres¬ 
pondent, Capl. A. J. Russell, was among the 
Rocky Mountains, and along the line of the 
Union Pacific Railroad, photographing every 
object of interest and importance upon which 
he could fix a focus with his camera. It will 
be remembered that we published, early in 
September of last year, a fine view of the 
Hanging Rock, furnished by Capt. Russell. 
This engraving was copied in the English 
papers and re-copied from them into some 
of tho American illustrated journals. We 
mention this as indicating tbe great interest 
felt in Rocky Mountain scenery, both here 
and abroad, and the wonderful field it affords 
for the artist. 
We now present, at the urgent request of 
Uic artist, a view of Moore’s Lake, a photo¬ 
graph of which was furnished us by Capt. 
Russell with the accompanying letter, 
which is its own explanation. We may say 
that this lake is northeast of Salt Lake City, 
and is, we believe, about three miles in 
length. Here is 
VVlmi Cnpt. It u am' 11 Wrote. 
Moore’s Lake is situated at the head of 
Bear River in the very heart of the Rocky 
Mountains. It, lies eleven thousand feet 
above the level of the sea. 1 is water is very 
clear and cold. The edge of the lake seems 
to be lined with fragments of rock that, at 
a distance, look as though they had been 
placed in their present position by the hands 
of man. 
This lake basin was perhaps, at some 
time far remote, the crater of a great vol¬ 
cano. The rock surrounding it is all quartz¬ 
ites. This region lias also evidently been 
the center of great glacial rivers. The 
course of the flowing tec can he distinctly 
traced, as the ice fields have, in their course, 
worn the surface of the rocks for miles per¬ 
fectly smooth. In some places they look as 
if they had been polished by artificial 
means. 
This beautiful sheet of water is surrounded 
on all sides with high, precipitous, rocky 
binds, most of them rising nearly three 
thousand feet above its surface. From the 
PROF. HALMSTEAD’S GIRL 
Ins way In tluj world liy tho doggeilesl ob- 
stinacy—seizing hold of whatever came in 
his way and retaining that hold as though 
life depended upon it—Joel’s mulishness had 
literally been the making of him, though 
you might, have considered the little pot- 
belled, thick-skulled old man as not much of 
a make alter ail. 
Joel had one son—a handsome, clear 
headed young man—straight as a young 
larch, tall and as set in his way, when luf 
chose to have one, as old Joel himself. This 
son, as he grew up, had proved a great as¬ 
sistance to his father in working the farm, 
and liis services had been rnade the most of. 
The old man managed to keep him at home 
with him sometime after he ought to have 
been doing for himself. Not an acre of his 
father's possessions was ever called his 
son’s; he owned nothing save a horse, which 
some neighbor had given him, when it was 
a sickly colt, and some sheep obtained much 
in the same manner; and the old man 
grudged him the keeping of these. 
Joel Bkellenbsiger and his son differed 
often, but there were two points in which 
the difference amounted to something seri¬ 
ous. The first point concerned education, 
for which tho old man had the most pro¬ 
found contempt, and tho son had not. 
There was a college some dozen miles from 
the Shellenbargor farm, and thither—having 
thoroughly prepared himself in spite of 
fatherly thwarting opposition—Anson be¬ 
took himself in spite of the same con¬ 
tinued and persistent opposition, and, l>v 
one contrivance and another, and helped 
by his mother’s small 
’ ' marketing, kept himself 
■ ■ — Joel Shellenbargt i 
N ,>y " K ll ’ , ’" 1 Was 
* n S(, TiHlincss to do 
anything more than be 
obstinate, lest, his son 
Should leave him, That 
WUS tl,e first l )oinl ' ofdif- 
" ~ ference, and that was 
J&. '/*£. .rlj l*ow Anson settled it. 
T,,e8eeo,ul wa * not Uke- 
,i r \ ’!■* ' !y to be of SO easy an ar- 
rungement. At college 
-'"son had found soine- 
ii,m ' " ii ' •'"i" <• 
KING WII..LIAM I. OP’ SSI A., 
MOUNT KENNICOTT, 
rock accidentally hitting it, rolled it off 
into the beautiful lake by which we had 
been encamped so long. As I rescued 
it from the wave it occurred to me that 
as this is the first paper that has been 
christened in the lake, it shall be called 
Moore’s Lake in honor of the Editor of a 
paper that makes glad the hearts in every 
homestead it enters, as the sight of this 
beautiful sheet of water makes glad the heart 
of every traveler who finds his way to its 
shores. 
Yeu T ii ud enclosed a nhntoimvnh of 
that far-off region alone. Ilis remains were 
found where lie fell; struck down by dis¬ 
ease of the heart, aggravated by exposure, 
privation and anxiety, lie was one who 
made enemies as well as friends, but. even 
enemies could not but respect the purity of 
motive, the open-handed generosity, the, con¬ 
sideration, almost too great, for Ills subordi¬ 
nates, and the untiring energy and lively 
spirits which were the prominent character¬ 
istics of the man. On the sad anniversary 
of liia death we erected, on the nearest hil¬ 
lock not swept by thespriug freshets, a cross, 
which was hewn out by the blacksmith 
Paspilkoff, and which upheld a tablet with 
the following inscription • 
" ' Irv MRMII.CV OP 
ROBERT K t'iNNICOTT, 
NATO HA LIST. 
who dii'ii near this place, 
Ma\i 13! h. lSfltt, ihjcil thirty 1 /mr.i.” 
“ On asking Paspilkoff what he wanted for 
lus labor in hewing out, the arms of the cross, 
lie replied;—*’ We Russians take nothing for 
what we may do for the dead; wc do not 
know when it may be our turn.” 
There are many readers of the Rural 
New-Yorker who knew and loved in his 
lifetime, Dr. John A. Kennicott of Illi¬ 
nois; and those who knew him knew of his 
second son, Ren;Ei«' Kknnu ott, the Natu¬ 
ralist, who was connected with the Russian 
Telegraph expedition, and died in the far 
North. All such will read the mention of 
one of the mountains of Alaska in “ Dale’s 
Alaska,” recently published, as follows; 
“One of the prominent mountains of 
Alaska is on Plover Bay, and is called 
Mount Kennicott, in honor of the naturalist 
whose name will always be honorably asso¬ 
ciated with Alaskan explorations. Tho 
mountain stands at the head of one of the 
finest harbors on the coast, a harbor that 
must hereafter be a rendezvous for ships of 
all nations. Robert Kennicott died in 
upon a very 
charming combination 
of curls and 
azure eyes, 
I i a red lipped, dimple 
checked fairy, daughter 
of one of the professors, 
who, instead of curving 
her dainty lip at, the 
homespun suit which 
his poverty and his 
lather’s niggardliness 
I compelled him to wear, 
|J never seemed to lie eon- 
Kj scious of anything or 
A anybody else when he 
| was by. 
In short, Anson had 
found some one to 
-i love, some one that 
’ I he wanted to marry, as 
S he gravely informed his 
: l father. You should 
have seen the old man’s 
eyes; it was a mercy 
they were fast in their 
sockets. 1 [ere w as 
i gratitude! This An- 
VIEJW OF MOOKE’S l^VIAIiJ A/J.' 'l’MJ 
FIJ&A-D OB’ BEAR UlVlOt 
son having defrauded 
