That canyon must be a wounder, and the sea and the misty mountains and the brown hills. You have it all. Oh man, that is the country for everything. I keep high for our meeting, Comrad of the Road. [7] Frying Pan. [8] Teapot. PROSE SETTINGS I THE RED SUNSET. The red sunset Died away like the close of a forest fire. The Dusk ran through the mountains like a scarf of blue. The Moon and old Jupiter took the Open Road together. The others came out of the everlasting Blue Deeps. II THE DESERT NIGHT. The man at the camel corral was fixing the camels for the desert. Other men were waiting at the front of the Temple. Another came forward with four camels, a pack-beast and two riders. Then all were off over the Sun Betin Sand. Nothing but Sand and Harizen. Only the Arab who was ahead on the Old Camel knew the way. They went on and on over the Everlasting Sand, the Sun Betin Sand. III PINES. The great wood is the Pines. The very whiff of them gives you the breath of Nature, the great Mother of the planet, the mother of Love. Her breath is the breath of life and love, and the Mouziek of the world. TREAS (_California_) Treas are grate. They are so wild and wounderful. There is so many kinds here. The trea I love best of them all, is the U.K. Liptes. It is fragran; it has the sun and the erth all flowers and the swaying beauty of its great youth. I loved it from the first. It is beauty that stays. I went up to a grove the other day and along a little lone path--the mist and odor of them lingering in deep shadows. My feet broke the deep silences and a Voice came and spoke soft to me: "If you listen long enough you can hear----" I think it was my Master speaking, for a glow came around me, after He had spoke. THE SONG OF THE SPERIT Life is not any good until you forget your boddy; then you get all the power of living, but you can't do anything that you feel like doing. LETHER: All lether has a mystery in it. It is the animal's mystery. The misteks of the other world know it, and try to tell us. I have been told but my mind has not received it. I will hafto wait until it does. I think I will know it all in a fue years. I will tell the rest of the world, if I hear it first. I would like to be the first to hear it. STONES: The whole erth was of stone. God thought that he would make it something good. He sent the Old Mother Nature down and she spent years and years, but she did not know what to put on it. She went up to God and He took her to a room, and showed her the things that He had to put on the Erth. They were sperits, so she got them one at a time and brought them down. In the mean time she was making other things. They were seeds and she planted these and they came up. It was wheat and barley and other things like that. The sperits became people and took them for food, and the old Mother is still putting things and bringing her sperits on the Erth. This world is just about filled.