Heppner gazette. [volume] (Heppner, Morrow County, Or.) 1892-1912, 1905-07-20
He admitted the early Oregon en-


ways believed that there was no need
for what feeling there had been between
Oregon and California, and was glad to
notice tnat ii was so no more, and az T
being called the "Poet of the Sierras,"
why Oregon had as much of the Sierra
range, he said, as has California. "Tl @
best part of the Sierras lie in Oregon
and Washington. said he, "and
would give gold if people would learn
to pronounce the word rightly" where
upon he gave his musical tongue a
twist and brought forth Spanish
sound that was not half bad.
Eyes, l sat at the feet Of Judge
George H. Williams and learned some
law here" mused the gray, bewhisker-
ed poet. "and later went to Eastern Ore
gon, where l was Judge. adminis-
tered law with one lawbook and pair
of sixshooters, or rather I should say I
administered justice, not always law.
From my court there was no appeal al
lowed to be taken. 1 met brother the
other day in Eugene, and will later Join
another here who lives in Eastern Ore
gon.
Il hope to come back here when my
work is done. l can rest better here
l did nv best work here, first. OF
those early efforts, some have lived.
among them being, rs 1t Worth While
to Joste Brother?' and the book Of
verses, Joaquin, ct al The papers
hammered that book, and then and
there took up the name of Joaquin.
"Perhaps was not appreciated here
in the e.rly days. One is not appre-
cia ed until after he is dead. 1t is ask
ing too much to be appreciated both
while alive and after death. believe l
am yet to do my best work. l have
something now that l believe to be
poetry, real poetry"
Although the poet was on earth, his
eyes were on the sky. "Do you know"
said he, II know all these clouds.
have seen them all, every one," and he
is close observer, for he has been
around the world twice, and has seen
many countries and peoples. He froze
his toes in the Klondike. and twinkled
them in the warm waters of the Medi-
terranean; He paused beside the cot
tage of Bobby Burns and stood beside
the pyra mids in silent contemplation Of
the centuries; he has seen the sunset
di- upon the Alps and watched the mid
night sun in Norway
Joaquin .hrives best in a mystic at
mosphere. Stand him alone in some
st king pose, with his long hair flYing
in the wind, and the man il at his best.
Cast over him the glamour of the "days
ct Old, the days Of gold, the days Of
40" and the man looms blg. He likes
to allude to himself as being lone in
consolable, an odd character. and if you
will make him happy, tell him he re
minds you of the patriarchal Moses.
Watching the light go ont on the
Golden Gate from his home on the
heights back ofOuklsnd, Joaquin wrote ::
1--WE are hushed with wonder ard all
apart,
We stand in silence till heaving heart
Fills full OF heaven, and then the knees
Go down in worship, on the golden
sands,
With faces seward and with folded
hands,
We gaze on tbs beautiful Balboa seas"
Jouquin himself s in the sunset.
Hoar ls his beard, and at his temple lie
flies the white fl e of truce to the pass
ing decades. He is old and alone truly,
for his age is passed. Yet little while
and the miners boots will be seen no
moe this side Elysium. c. H. W.
| Must Meet Soon.