The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1905-08-12

to be carried off with one hand |
After trying to lift it we decided it
was too heavy present for the gov
ernment to give one individual.
The West acts on the principle that
monotOny no matter of what kind
is uniavorable to life.l The Indian
who played so conspicuous a part in
the splendid drama out there, has
fallen of the stage. AT least one
sees none. But he is probably I'M
recogniza ole, being about reduced to
ciyilizatl5n by a strenuous course Of
violence, threats aud the shedding Of
his blood. Possibly he is off hunting
a never, never country where the
"pale face" can't ever, ever find HIM.
CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN AND HELEN
HUNTS GRAVE.
A carriage trip is pleasant relief
from railroad travel and is the best
way to see South Cheyenne Canon,
which is said to rival in attractiveness
any portion Of the world. IL is we'll
worth year Of ordinary existence.
Helen Jackson wrote Of this canon:
81 have stood on he,"peak" when
the day
Was a bit of heavenly way
And my hand l flung out to the
canon and kissed
For my heart wandered thither away"
The day we arrived on the summit
OF the peak the wind blew from some
Iceland bringing with it great snow
storm which drove US down on the
first train. But Cheynnne mountain
and canon seem to utter to you a call
for sympathy and affection which can
not be heard with indifference.
At the top of the 400 steps Of the
Seven Falls you take burros up trail
that winds about the opposite peak
in perilous way. 1t is little more
than a barely traceable path that
struggles for existence beneath the
rolling stones. Each step is an ex-
perience, and you seem to arrive at
the top through time and a troubled
life. There you come upon calrn
} or great pile Of stones-the grave OF
Helen Hunt jackson. An anonymous
e writer said, "Twine few sad cypress
leaves around the brow Of any noun
4 tain, and be that mountain barren
, and bleak it becomes lovely In It's
? consecrated coronet Of sorrow,y aAd
? wins the sympathy Of the heart and
D of history"
s Her grave was but modest cairu
{ at first, but the nameless sentiment
of the mountain climber and literary
/ wanderer have added stone to stone
y till the clouds have been appropriated
+ for its metope and Cheyenne mountain
s for Its pedestal. You add your stone
D and with 1t add another recollection
Y to her memory, then you go dowI
r again to friends and companions
}, But this grave has no companion
d Never was grave so lonely. Ever
q the pines have a hoary dimness o
h color as If the ashes Of some sorrow
|. had been cast upon them. Song bird
e were in the canon but you did no
b hear their plaintive note nor doe
IS their soft wing fan the air In thi
e high altitude. Flowers rise, an,
e bloom, and fade, with none to gathe
e them. Why was she buried there
n Because she loved it. 'What wonde
b, the poet would Sleep" she said, "oI
it the side OF yon mountain so steep
s way from the lowlands OF sicknes
and pain, where the stars and th,
q moon vlgils keep"
b When homeward bound and yo
n know in all probability you will neve
q look upon the far.away hill.purples 0
g Cheyenne mountain again, you say Il
4 word or thought as it fades into th
blue Of the ether:
"Sweet canon, all hail and adieu
My heart leaps In yearning to you.
Il MRS. K l.. WEBB.
Waverly, Mo.
/. Misses Longest Entertain.
" The Misses TonUest. of near Dover