The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-06-17
NNCE q Kentuckian, always q Ken
tnckian - From the cradle to

NNCE a. Kentuckian, always Q. Ken.
Il tuckian. From the cradle to
-, : the grave the arms OF the mo-
therland, stretched. forth in motherlove
the bosom of the motherland, lmmor,
tai as the ages, yet mortal in maternal
affection, warmed by the rich, red blood
of Virginia-the voice. of the mother,
land, reaching the -farthest corners OF
the earth in tones Of Heavenly. music
summon the. Grant to- the rooftree g
shade and bid the .wanderer$ home. What
wanderer yet was ever. loath to come J..
Whether upon the heights of fortune
of the valley Of death. and despair, the
true Kentuckian, seeing the shining
eyes and hearing the mother call, sends;
back the answering refrain u -.
Where er I roam, whatever realms see,
My heart. ultraviolet, fondly turns to
a thee. r.. -. =, = =, -. a..
Behold, in this great, exultant multi
Kentuckyl old Kentucky The very
name has had a charm, has wrought a
spell, has made melody all it's own;
has woven on its Sylvan loom a glory
quite apart from the glory Of Virginia,
Kentucky s. Mother and the, glory of
Tennessee, Kentucky's Sister. It has
and womanhood hold the right. Of way.
The drama Of the ages. told in pulse
beats, finds here an interlude which Fic-
ton vainIY emulates and History may
not o'erleap., Not as the Greek, seek
ing Promethean fire and oracles OF Del.
phos, nor as the Roman filed with the
Joy of living and the lust of conquest;
of wind and wave, nor as the Latin,
dazzled by the glitter of gold, mad with
the thirst for glory; neither as the Brit
on and the Teuton, eager for .mastership
on land and sea, the Kentuckian, whom
we, in filial homage, salute progenitor.
He, was as none Of these, Big in bone
and strong Of voice-the fuHgrown man
prefgured by the .psalmist- never the
Ocean mirrored his fancies, nor snow
clad peaks that reach the skies inspired;
but the mystery Of strange lands, the
savagery Of Nature and the song Of the
greenwood tree. :,.,@"' ~ : .
The Inspiration Of the Pioneer.
The star that shone above him and
beacon of his dreams, the light Of the
freside. He cut a clearing in the wild,
wood and called it Home He read
not Romance, he made it; nor Poetry,
he lived it; his the Forest Epic, the
Illiad Of the Canebrake,. the Odyssey Of
the frontier, the unconscious prose,,poem
of the rife and the camp, the block
S'AAN
the Old Field School! -:
Happy the man who has sat In child
hood upon well-loved -, gran dsire IS
knee, awed by the telling Of the won
droass tale; = hew4sesen us sshe Dardanae
followed Aeneas, the Virginians fol-
lowed Boone; the route from Troy to
Tiber not wearier, nor ffanked by
greater hazard, than that betwixt the
shores of the Chesapeake and the falls
of the Ohio; the mountains standing
gorgon-like, across the painless way, as
If, defending each defile, to" hold in
violate some dread, forbidden secret;
the weird wastes of wilderness beyond;
the fordless stream; the, yawning
chasm; the CLEAN of the tomahawk and
the hiss of the serpent; yet ever on.
ward, spite of the haunting voice Of
the elements, stripped for the death
struggle with man, spite of~the. silence
and the solitude: of. @reluet ant Nature,
like some fawn-eyed maiden, resisting
his rude intrusion; ever fenward; before
him the promised land Of the hunter 8
vision; in his soul the grace Of God,