Sunset At Prosser

From the Prosser Amrlcan: Overlooking the falls, the little town of Prosser lies beneath the shadow of th hills; around it in the month of May the brown fields show that the farmer I has done his work well. Studded her and there, like oases in the desert, are patches of green, upon which the eye Instinctively rests - then the ray of visión xtends on and on toward the western horizon, where, like two grim sentinels, stand Rainier and Adama - their summits towering far up into the heavens - almost touching the clouds. Surely God will rebuke such presumption! But, no; these are only creatures i of His hand. As they stand unchangeable, grand, inspiring, they seem to say: "Oh, man, in thy conceit, thlnk thee on the power of the Almlghty! We are His children- with one wave of His hand we disappear from the face of the earth. Think ye and tremble at Hls power!" And as lf to emphasiïe the reflection, the peaks are lighted with an unearthly glow. A flash like that of ten thousand cannon: a blinding glare - the red mist breaks above them, and a radiance descends and settles upon the everlasting snow. The domes of these monarchs oí the range Btand out in boldest sllhouette- back of them Old Sol in all hls glory. Low down in the horizon the orb descends slowly, yet more slowly, until, with one last explring blaze, the ball of fire 8inks to rest beneath the waves of the Pacific. And as the twilight steals o'er the scène there is heard nothing but the resounding roar of the waterB. Thia is Bunset at Prosser in the beautiful month of May.