Introduction: Beauty, Order, Productivity
(pg 1 of 3)
The snow melts on the mountain
And the water runs down to the spring,
And the spring in a turbulent fountain,
With a song of youth to sing,
Runs down to the riotous river,
And the river flows to the sea,
And the water again
Goes back in rain
To the hills where it used to be...
-"The Song of the River," William Randolph
Hearst, N.Y. Journal American, Feb. 25,
Sit awhile by Hearst's mountain stream. Rest on
a rocky ledge, pull your hiking boots off, and soak
your feet in the icy water. Watch the braid of
water rushing white between boulders, splashing
down a waterfall, racing through a rocky gorge.
Trout dart like shadows behind the rocks, and the
ratcheting call of a kingfisher echoes overhead,
where the canopy of trees merges, casting their
shadows over the water.