--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Guy Coleman collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 18 number: 4 published: 1915-02 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Guy Coleman, "To Nature," *Improvement Era* 18, no. 4 (February 1915): 331.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1804unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera1804unse start_page: 331 end_page: 331 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1915-02) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1804unse publication_year: 1915 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1915, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # To Nature ANTHON L. SKANCHY 331 water. He immediately rowed back to his own island. There I stood, alone, penniless and in a strange place. With a heavy heart I gathered up my satchel and my coat and looked around for my directions. There, as I looked, by my side and on the sand, lay a little pile of money in silver and copper coins, totaling nearly a dollar. I was so affected by this unexpected relief that I sat down on a stone and wept for gratitude. I wondered how this money had been left, and came to the conclusion that some fishermen had probably been selling fish among the neighboring islands and had placed the money that they received, as is very common, in the bailing dipper of the boat; on their way back they had forgotten that the money was in the bail- ing dipper, and in bailing out the boat had thrown the money ac- cidentally on the sand-ridge on which I had landed. However, it had happened. It was another testimony to me that there is One high above us, who sees and knows all things. He knew, no doubt, that I had paid out my last money, and therefore guided my boat so that I landed where this money had been lost. I was grateful to the Lord. I continued my journey from island to island, and at last reached the island of Hasel, where I was received warmly by Cap- tain Christian Hansen and his wife. This time he offered me a much better position in the fishery than I had the previous winter. I was to be with him during January, February and March. He was to furnish the fishing apparatus and my provisions, and we were to divide equally the products of my labor. I agreed to this and we sailed away. j We lived this winter also in the old log house, and all went fairly well. When the fishing season was ended, and the account was to be settled, I found that my share was about fifty dollars. I paid my debts and continued my journeys again. (to be continued) To Nature Just walk out into the fields Hear the twittering of birds, Where the flowers grow; Hear the woodland call. Feel the freshness of the air, Feel the breezes blow. See the flying clouds above, See the butterflies. Hear the humming of the bees, In the beauty of them all Hear the waterfall, Nature's power lies. What for? Don't you get the thought? Think again; did you mar the scene, or not? midway, utah Guy Coleman