Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1876-02-10

Is glorious. Look around, my friends and
tell me what you see that Is worth SEEING.
that Is not the work of your hands. and the
hands OF your fellows--the multitude of
ages. Behold the changes that have taken
place IN our whole western country within
the lapse of few short years. Look for the
WlsWams OF the poor Indian, who was once
lord OF the soil we now possess. It is gone
and his bones mingled with the dead of his
haDltatlon. The storm of enterprising civi-
llzatlon has wreaked it's fury on the poor In
dian; his lands have passed into the hands
OF the white man, whose splendid mansions
now rest On the graves of his ancestors. His
peaceful forests, once the abode OF solitude
and savage life, in which he, unmolested.
tracked his game and pursued the painting
deer, now resound with the festivities of civ
lllzation and the busy hum of labor. Those
Innocent and forlom people, who received
our toretathers i'll the spirit Of friendship,
instead Of being fostered by the genial hand
OF civilization, have been driven to the feet
of the Rocky or Oregon mountains. and pre-
sent sad and solitary spectacle Of their
former greatness. In a few more years the
race Of the poor Indian will be forever ex-
tiEgllished, and his council fires blaze no
more. The wilderness has been subdued.
and the house of God has been built, where
once ascended the smoke Of warlike and
idolatrous sacrifice cultivated fields and
gardens now extend over a thousand valleys
in the west. Institutions of learning are
hourly springing forth, dinusing the light of
knowledge. My friends, hath not labor ac-
| complished much? A few years since, even
within the memory of a few of the present
inhabitants, this immense region was. a per-
feet wilderness. The darkened intellect of
the savage knew God but in the winds and
thunders; on every side the dark foliage of
the shadoWy forest waved in the silent maj
esty of nature, and her noble rivers moved
on in silence, with no other commerce than
the peltry of the savage hunter. Most of
the rivers are now nayigated by steamers,
affording the quickest facility of transporta-
ton, and the most lucrative commerce. A
thousand villages are reflected from the
waves of almost every lake and river, and
the west now echoes with the song of the /
reaper until the wilderness and the solitary
place has been glad for us, and the desert
has rejoiced and blossomed as the rose.
True, the wise ones tell us that it is the
intellect that has done it. And all honor to
intellect. 1t is not you nor I, fellow-Work-
ers, who will attempt to rob the royal power
of intellect of one iota of his renown In
tellect is also glorious gift of the Divinity
"a divine principle in the earth. We set
intellect at the head Of labor, and bid it lead /
the way to all wonders and discoveries but
we know that intellect cannot go alone-in-
tellect cannot separate itself from labor. In
tellect has also its labors and, in its most
abstract and ethereal form, cannot develop
itself without the cooperation of its twin
brother, labor. When intellect exerts itself
when it thinks, and invents, and discovers
1t then labors. Intellect is the head; Ia
Dor the right hand. Take away the hand,
and the head is a magazine Of knowledge
and fire that is sealed up in eternal darkness.
Such are the relationship of labor and intel
iect Labor, repeat, either OF brain, heart,
or hand is the only true manhood, the only
true nobility. Man ashamed of toll of
thine hands, Scared with service more hon
orable than that of war; of Il soiled, wealth
er-stained garment, on which Mother Nature
has embroidered mist, sun, rain, fire, and
steam, her own hcraldic honors-ashamed
of these tokens and titles, and eny1ons OF
the Haunting of imbecile idleness and vanity
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