The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1897-09-16

B Some Rambling Thoughts ;
BY MEMO
COPYRIGHTED BY DAVE & TABoR.)

. COPYRIGHTED BY DAVE TABoR.)
To THE MATURE AND OTHERS: The
slieht chill in the morning mist, the
changed color OF an occasional leaf
before it fiutters to the ground, the
silencing OF the birds, the odor OF the
evening air-these signs unite, with
numberless Others to announce that
Summer is nearing it's end, and with
it is vanishing the opportunity for
raising further crops. Good or bad,
well tended or neglected, the results
will soon be estimated and the farm
er know whether profit or loss is the
result of his labors. The wise farmer
finds the Autumn at hand in it's due
season; the wasteful, idle N is as
tonished that it is here SO soon after
the Spring days when the sun sum-
moned vegetation to life. But gone
is the summer and no voice is SO
loud or so imploring al to be able to
call it back. One more seed time
and harvest is gathered into the
eternal and irreyocable past and the
Fastening days move us away from
the time OF crop growth.
The slackening step, the occasional
feeling of impatience at the frantic
and unreasonable Joy OF OF children;
the gray hair here and there, the
brevity of the years-these are signs
that the summer time of your life is
passing too. You rub your eyes to
see il you do but dream the message
| of lessening time that eyer buzzes in
your ears.
The time of opportunity is passing;
the time of %garnering draws neal
Into that full crop OF accomplish
ments and of deeds, which some OF
you will rejoice over, are woven the
works done when YOU were weary,
but done nevertheless because time
was neyerknown to return.
Does the sun make any audible
noise as it peeps over the hill-tops in
the morning? Does it summon the
farmer to duty with persistent calls
and shakings? No! the day comes
silently silently does it grow and
wane, and silently does it pass with
out protest, even if unimprovod. The
farmers utilization OF time does not
originate from any compelling force
i'll the power OF daylight, but from a
purpose within his heart to make
the most OF his farm in the DAYS
that the passing seasons give him.
Combining his powers with the pow
ers OF nature that he can control
the barren place can be made to
flourish. While the idle man frets
and fumes and grumbles about thi.
or that, the days hurry by that arr
giving his neighbor good returns fol
Effort expended. This is so generally
true as to be practically accurate.
And thus it is with the opportuni-
ties OF life. They do not troop up tt
us with the blare of trumpets. A.
silently as the sun do they pass III
by and as supremacy Indifferent tC
neglect do they sink out OF sight
Just so invisible are most Aopportu
mites except to the eyes of compel
ing faith. The opportunities are
here, all around us free as air and
dlscoverable by every man with full
faculties, who will take of his time
freely, mingle it with strength OF pur-
pose and direct his operations with
intelligence. He it is who makes
highways across trackless deserts
who dares out on deeps even ii alone;
who, ever dissatisfied with those
things whereunto our race has at,
tanned. moves Us forward along new
lines, dragging us to bet terment by
his own forces.