The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-04-26

CritchlOw in charge. If they could have
heard the stories of the good those sup
plies would do, they would have been
proud, as l was proud, of their state.
Utah, the youngest of all the states,
with not more than three exceptions the
least pOpulOus, had sent TO the people
of San Francisco the most timely gift
/ that those people had received.
The response of the nation to the call
/ for help has been patheticalIy beauti-
full. From every state, from every city,
from the uttermOSt parts of the land
San Francisco has heard the message:
We are coming with help. we are
coming. we are coming" Supplies of
every sort are on the way, hundreds
upon hundreds Of carloads, but thou
sands upon thousands will be needed.
Two hundred thousand people must be
clothed and sheltered and fed for per-
haps many days. And they will be fed
and clothed and sheltered, for the great
heart of the nation is thrObbing with
sympathy.
Proud of His Country.
BY - said a Southern Pacific
brakeman as we were entering Oakland
last Friday night by - and he
said it reverently. without thought of
sacrilege or profanity, I am proud of
my country" Proud of his countrv2
Yes, and so is every American with a
drop of patriotism in his veins proud
of his country. They are proud, too
Of the people of San Francisco, for
none but Americans could have borne
a. disaster of such magnitude as the
people of San Francisco are bearing.
Last Sunday I walked through some
of the parks where religious services
were being held. The pastors had gath
cred together the fragments of their
flOcks and there, in Gods tabernacle
simple sermons were preached and the
old hymns were sung. ''Nea rer, My
God, to Thee they were singing in
one place, nearer to thee; cen though
il be a cross, that raiseth me-" The
messages of the preachers were filled
with hope filled with an earnest be-
lief that the hand that had smitten
could and would restore. There was no
talk of Gods vengeance; il was all of
Gods love and mercy.
Voices Clicked With Tears.
Saturday afternoon 1 climbed to the
top of Mob hill, the finest residence sec
ton of San Francisco. On the reSer-
voir grounds back of the ruins of the
new Paramount hotel stood perhaps 500
destitute San F'ranciscanS. From where
they were it was possible to obtain the
most complete view of the ruins. AL
most as fas as the eye could see they
stretched out gaunt and bare and des-
Olate. Here and there a thin pillar OF
smoke, a squirt of flame, showed where
the fire. it's work finished, was gasp
ing its life out.
II went to bed Tuesday night worth
$1,000 said a man who stood near
me- To-day I have not a dollar in
the world. With these two hands I
accumulated what / had; with these
two hands, please God, I will win my
way to fortune again." His wife who
was by his side nodded, and smiled
through her tears. Then, down toward
the other end of the line, a man began
singing the popular song. "It was not
like that in the olden days, in the davs
Of long ago, in the dear old. fair old
golden days" At first the song seemed
sacrilegious- Then everybody caught
the spirit of il.
In few moments they were all sing
ing, singing God bless them, as though
all were well. Down the cheeks of
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