(Click to Enlarge) Would that my father, T.E.Dorpat, had seen this illustration for  a story he told about a shoestring relative, a midwestern farmer, who was not so impressed with Western scenery when visiting us from Wisconsin.  When dad asked him what he thought of our mountains, this cousin answered,  “When I feel the urge to look up at something, I have my haystack.  Mountains?  I don’t need them.”  Here, again, Horace Sykes does not reveal for us what mountains and haystacks these are.