The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1884-06-01
NO MORE FRONTIER.

| The system OF building railroads
into the wilderness, and then allow
ing the wilderness to develop after
wards, has knocked the essential Joy
out of the lite OF the pioneer. At
one time tbs hardy newer of wood
and drawer Of water gave his life
time willingly that his SOD might ride
in the vanished CARS Now the
Pullman palace car takes the New
| Yorker to the threshold of the sea or
to the boundary line between the
United States and the British posses-
sions.
1t has driven out the long handled
frying pan and the fap-jsok OF
twenty years ago, and intro duced the
condensed milk and canned fruit OF
commerce. Along the highways,
where once the hopeful hundred
marched with long-handled shovel,
and pick and pan, cooking by the way
thin salt pork and hap-iacks and
slumgulliop, now the road is lined
with empty beer bottles and peach
cans that have outlivsd their useful
ness. No landscape can be pictur-
esoue with an empty peach can in the
foreground any more than o lion
would look grand ia q red monogram
horse blanket and false teeth.
The modern camp is not the camp
of the wilderness Il wears the halt
civilized and shabby Een.eel garments
Of a sawed. of town. You know that
if you ride day you will be where
yei can get the daily papers and read
them under the electric light. That
rohs the old canyons Of their solemn
isolation and peoples each gulch with
sae odor of Goldfish bale and civiliza-
siop. Civilization is not to blame for
all this, and yet il seems sad.
Civilization could not have done
shis ell alone. Il had to call to its
aid the internal fruit can that now
dssolate the mcst obscure trail in the
heart of the mountains. You walk
over GAGS where the Hydraulic" has
plowsd up the valley like a convul"
sien. or you tread the yielding path
across ths deserted dump. cad on all
sides the rusty, neglected and humil.
lated empty tin can stares at you With
ito monstonous dude.like stare.
An ola-.imer said to me once. II
have about decided. Bill, that the
west is . matter OF history. When
we cooked our grub over a ssge.brush
FIRE, va could get fat and fight IT,
dians; but now We fill our digesters
with the cold pisen and pewter OF the
canned peach; We 60 to big tavern
and stick a towel under our chins.
and eat pie with fork. and heat up
our carkisses with sntichrist coal, and
what do Nc amount to? Nuthipl l
used to chase Injuns ell day and eat
raw salt pork at night bekus I dassept
build fire, and still / felt better than
I do now with q wad OF tin-can sod
der in my stummick and homesick
feeling in my veather-beaten breast.
"No. we dom. have the fun We use
to. We have more swarrees and
sciatica and one bloomin' thing and
another of that kind, but We don't
get one snort of pure air and appetite
in 3 year. They're briDgin' in their
tanned telephones now and malarls
and aigue and old sledge. and fun
night az well skip out. There amt
no frontier any more. Ali we've got
left is the ola.fashioned frontier joos
and rheumatic of 49,"
Behind the red squaw's csyuse plug,
The hand car resrs and raves,
And pie-plant pies are now produced
Above the Indisn graves:
I hear the oaths Of pioneer.
the caucus yet to be,
The first low bum where soon will come
The fuzzy humble bee.
Bill Nye in n. 7. Mercury.
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