The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1894-03-29
IN THE ROCKIES.
Modern Uermits of the Snow In Their
Lonely iIaunts.

Up! Up! Up in the region of cloud
land and eternal snow, these hermits
of modern days have their solitary
haunts. Dcsolation and dreariness
reign supreme all around their huts.
The outside world is Il blank to them.
They are in the world, but not of it.
Where do they live? In the gulches
! of the Rocky Mountains. And who are
they? Well they are not lean and sal
| low anchoritcs, who wear hair shirts
and mutilate themselves with much
securing They know nothing of
penanccs, long boards and neglected
skin. No, indeed These modern
hcrmits are jolly two-hundred pound
miners Of lusty build and great sound.
ing laughter, waiting for springs
warmth to free them that they may
prospect all the region around for
precious yellow gold and white silver.
Many. millionaire has watched for
his wealth through all the long vigil
of winter on these exposed bluffs
lad the vigil, although long, has
not been so dreary as you would inn
agine. Fancy yourself in one of thess
cabins on a wild January night, with
fourteen feet of snow outside and cold
twenty degrees below zero!
Whew! How the wind whistles and
means through the giant pines. But
inside all is warm and coy, the storm
and tempest only adding to the com
Portable cheerfulness of the blazing
pinc'knots as they cast their ruddy
glow around.
few shelves some tin and pewter
ware, the never-failing elk horns, an
old wooden table and chairs-thcse
constitute the main features of the
place. In very safe place the medi-
cine chest and the canned provisions
are stored carefully away.
And there is food for mind as well as
/. body. Books magazines and papers
are scattered around. And never does
Mrs. Barr or Dickens appear so inter-
esting as here, where yol. are shut i'll
with God, yourself, your companion
and your favorite author.
Never mind the trackless snow and
the miles OF wintry distance swept by
the blast between yourself and the
nearest residence of man, Put on an
other log, light up the camp and enjoy
yourself. Let the storm king howl
That is his disappointment He knows
you are oblivious to all surroundings
When you require "A state dinner, you
) dig in the snow and dig up the buried
deer or. pcrchance, bear Did you
ever taste Mr.. Grizzly? Well, he re-
sembles pork very much.
But sometimes great swooping YAM
pire of death in the shape of an ava
lanche carries the cabin, inmates and
all away, and no one knows OF the
disaster until next spring. And be-
fore now, man has siclened in these
abiding hills And his companion
watched and watched, but he grew
deadly and chill, and his heart ceased
to beat One il taken, the other left.
No grave can We dug and just at the
door he lays me silent comrade, to
sleep until the warm season returns
These brave pioneers Of the west
they can rank with any mountain
/, heroes the word has ever produced.
i Manly, bold, rugged, they fear moth
! ing; and some arr men of devoted lives
: while every one would give the last
{" cent TO help needy case or sick com
panion.
Such are our molern hermits who arc
up in the rockies and the SHOWN. Y
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