The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1888-06-16
Jul TEXAS LETTER.
EDITOR LEADER

SabN W NAAO SNAA9o Va hAA1 X
stream Of life, bathing with the
waves which roar and splash a.
gainst us, ever looking and hoping
tor a flood-tide to lit us. and bear
US away to the harbor ofprotectior,
or else drift us cut to the foothills
where the whales cannot swallow
us up, nor the alligators nibble at
our toes. The poet has well said
that, " life is a toll, love is a pleas
ure, while beauty will fade, and
riches will flee
The longer one has been on the
rugged stream OF lite, and the tarth-
er away he gets from its, fountain
head, where he launches his little
bark, 1t matters not whether he has
been all the while rafting or fish
ing, the more he will be convinced
OF the truth of this poem. Oh, that
VIC could remain anchored in the
innocent harbor of youth. But no,
we have to 90, 1t matters not how
rugged and boisterous the waves
may be. Our mission must be full
filled, or else we founder from so1ne
defect. There is no one but what
encounters pirates on his Voyages,
which often brings distinctions to
the schooner of his hopes, or dis
ables them SO they will barely float
with a signal light. A great many
youths enter the voyage unequip
ed with proper tools of defense.
They have not the fore-knowledge
to comprehend the many dangers,
trials, and viclssitudes, which ell
cumber the path of lite. When we
enter the stream, young and lnno-
cent, how smoothly we seem to
glide. There seems to be not a
ripple in eur path, nor a cloud to
obscure the sky of our future. But
we drift along until the channel
wldens, the current gets more swift,
and the waves of trouble begin to
appear, and from there we are hur-
ried out into the deep waters 10
man Il own boat, where the beau
tlful land OF ~ early hopes has
faded away in the distance, and the
shady cliffs of a parents protection
has ceased to hover over us. The
whole of the voyage is now dark
and stormy. The waves run high.
and some times the lighthouse of
hope disappears, though we ride IN
safety, the rugged waves of the
bowling storm, and a calm banishes
our anxiety. A day of sunshine
fits across our path, and the rain
bow of promise leans up in the.dis
lance. But the scenes on the vow
age being ever changable, alas!
there is a government whale spout
ing in the distance threatening to
everturn you, or a monopolie ser
pant coiling about you to distruc
ton, | believe the spirit of hu.
manity must surely flow like the
briny deep. 1t huctuates like the
price OF coffee, only not so high.
An old saying is:}''you don't know
to-day what tomorrow will bring
forth" The plans we forecast in &
day, may be thwarted by another
One might be IN New Mexico thiI
week, digging gold, or sitting I'M
der a juniper tree contemplating q
trip to "No-Mans Land" and
change came, so hat by the next
he would be in Texas or Arkansa
snugly welded to some pure, love-,
N of the fair sex, which is ofteI
done, A sweet calm comes upo.
your voyage then. "Itis not goo.
tor man to be alone" Il is best TO
the twain to sail together dOwnth
stream, or take the overland rout
across the arid desert, that the
may assist each other in pickln
dates and bananas on the plea
ant bank of the oasis of HEAVIER
We are still in the bush, but tn
apples hold out and are good.