Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1850-05-23
BURLINGTON. IOWA, MAY %. 1850.
the earth how can you get hold Of them !;
how can you see them when caught, or
show them to others p

the earth how can you get hold fthem
how can you see them when caught, or
show them to others?'
Ezekiel's eyes grew luminous with
new idea and pushing his ink-roller proud
ly across the metallic page Of the newspa-
per, he replied, Thoughts work and walk
in things that make tracks and we take
those tracks, and stamp them on paper, or
iron, wood, stone, or what not. That is
the way we print thoughts. Don't you
understand?'
The pressman let 60 the lever, and
looked in,errogatingly at Ezekiel, begin
ming at the patch on his stringless brogans,
and following up with his eye to the top
Of the boys brown paper buff CAP
Ezekiel comprehended the felicity Of his
illustration, and wiping his hands on his
tow apron, gradually assumed an attitnde
Of earnest exposition. Igave him an en-
couraging wink, and so he went on.
'Thoug ghts make tracks, he continued,
impressively, as if evolving new idea by
repeating it slowly. Seeing we assented
to this proposition inquiringly, he stepped
to the type case, with his eye fixed ad-
mcnishingly upon US. Thoughts make
tracks, he repeated, arranging in his left
hand a score or two Of meta! slips, land
with these letters we can take the exact
impression Of every thought that ever
went out Of the heart Of human man and
we can print them too, give us paper and
ink enough, till the great round earth is
blackened around with coverlet Of
thoughts, as much like the pattern as two
peas.' Ezekiel seemed to grow an inch
at every word, and the brawny pre.sman
looked first at himself and then at the
press, with evident as,onishment. Talk
about the minds living forever !! exclaim-
ed the boy, pointing pa.ronizingly at the
ground, as if men were lying there in
capable of Immortality, until the printer
reached it helping hand, why, the world
is brim full of live, bright, industrious
thoughts, which would have been dead,
dead as a stone, if il hadn't been for boys
like me who have run the ink-rollers.-
Immortality, indeed! why peoples minds
he continued, with his imagination climb.
ing into the prolanely sublime, people:
minds wouldn't be immortal, if it wasn't
for the printers-at any rate-in this here
planetary burying ground. We are the
chaps that manufacture Immortality fol
dead men, he submitted, slapping thu
pressman graciously on the shoulder
. The latter took it as If dubbed a knight o
honor, for the boy had put the mysteries
Of his profession in sublime apocalypse. =
Give us one good healthy mind,' resumed
Ezekiel, TO think for us, and we will fur
nish dozen worlds as big as this, will
: thoughts 10 order. Give US such man
. and we will insure his life, we will keel
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n can 7 die, any way you can hx II, whe'
/ once we have touched him with these bit
J of inky pewter. He shan't die nor sleep
E We will keep his mind at work on all III
. minds that live on the earth, and all ih
2 minds tia, shall come to live here as lon:
e as the world stands
n Ezekiel, asked, in subdued tone O
n reverence, will you print my thoughts
n too p
e Yes, that will, he replied, If 20
e will think some Of the right kind 'le
n that will,' echoed the pres>man.
2. And went home and thought, ar
ID Ezekiel has printed my thought track
ID ever since.