The Dawson journal., 1886-07-29

morning train struck an unknown
tramp near the creek, killing him
instantly. The man had on q
striped shirt. faded trousers, heavy
boots, blue overalls, brown blouse
and grey vest. In his hand he
carried a red handkerchief, in
which was some bread and bit
of cheese. In his pocket was a
letter commencing, Dear Father
and signed, Your son. but nci-
Their name nor address"
"Only a tramp" an unknown
tramp. In the wide world alone,
no friends or loved ones near,
treated with contempt and scorn
by every one he met, his home tho
world, his bed the earth from
whence he sprang, his companions
| the outcasts Of the world. Once
he was bright-eyed, prattling
babe, pure as an angel, fondled
upon a fathers breast and nursed
upon fathers knee, the light
and JOY of a happy home. Once
the sound of his football .swaked
echoes of gladness in doting
l
fathers heart. Once his innocent
prattle touched q chord in fond
mothers breast that vibrated with
notes of heavenly melody. But
now, alasl "only a tramp"
"Dear father" were the words
with which the letter commenced.
"Only tramp" and yet he could
write "dear father" Can it be
possible that the lips of an out
cast could whisper such endearing
words? "Dear father!' Could
the heart of tramp feel what
those tender words express?
All! friend, reader, did you ever
think that you are "only a tramp"
that you have wandered away
from your Fathers house; that
you have become the companion
of outcasts from the heavenly
world?
Six thousand years age two
pure and lovely human beings
were given home in an earthly
paradise. They we're sinless and
surrounded with everything that
could induce them to continue SO.
The earth and its fullness were
theirs, The morning star sang
together to make them music, the
smiles of the Lord, their Father,
blessed them. But the tempter
come and they fell. Out OF the
garden of Eden they were cast
and in the wide, wide world they
were "only tramps." Could those
tramps feel the meaning of tho
words "dear Father?" Outcasts
and tramps though they we're, the
Father did not forsake nor forget
them. At the cost of the sacri-
fee of his Son, he providedl!a
means by which they and their
descendants, family of tramps,
might be redeemed and brought
backbone.
That poor tramp, killed by q
passing train, was a descendant
of tremps. Scorn him if you will.
Despise the very name of tramp"
as we all do. Yet his immortal
soul was worth as much as the
soul of Vanderbilt or q Gould.
The covering of the casket which
contained it was not SO costly, but
the soul within was just as immor-
tai as theirs and in the great here
after, it may be that they will
move in the same sphere.
"Only tramp" and what are
you, dear reader, but tramp?
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