, 1908-09-17


new Sherman. Nothing remains on
the old site save now indecipherable
ruin of what was. The buildings are
gone-even the once cinder-blazed
trail of the iron horse Is almost 'oblit-
erated-only that almighty calm and
silent solitude which broods over ma
ture high up and alone, broken by the
call of an eagle to its mate, and that
intangible ever-present mountain-mur-
muir OF crag and peak and pine dotting
the wide plateau of wind-swept sum
mit-a soughting requiem of isolation.
And nowhere a sign of life, did l say?
Selim and The with lief to follow at
will meath trailing bride rein-have
come in our wonderings to a human
habitation-life that was-a cluster of
unmarked and grass-grown graves, and
a broken and scattered headstone. A
bye to twin girls buried here, and set
above them a token of love and re-
membrance. A fence enclosed the
little plot. but Is decaying and gone
its grave neglected and its griefs with
those who sleep there forgotten. And
It's fitting feature Of the bcene-shar-
ing the loneliness OF the wilderness
with an abandoned monument which
when built meant, as saith the shatter-
ed headstone, a living and imperish-
able remembrance the which both,
alas. deny today.
Build your monuments, brethern;
here and during life, and within hui
man hearts. Marble rots-the world
makes highways, and ornate granite
piles set along the old are soon shroud-
ed in forgetfulness. Who knows for
snre-or who cares, anyway. save the
MISUNDERSTANDING proud and haugh-
ty and selishly mighty king 1t was
who erected the pillars of LUXOR, or
which particular bitumen-wrapped ca
dayer has slept In hidden pyramid
tomb through. all the years? The lower
valley Of the Nile Is q vast graveyard
wherein every stroke of an alien pick
tells the story Of q human glory that
IS gone and forgotten. The mummy,
today, only serves to mark time-his
life and accomplishments with himself
are dust regardless of who or what he
was. The world recalls ii time flies
only its ~benefactors and these fade
with the centuries-he never has AID
never will live whose memory will re-
main in the minds OF men.@And what
profits the empty memorial of piled-up
and sculptured egotism-after? This
life concerns-love and esteem and ap-
probation of family n friends are
the things really worth while-the Joy
Of living here, and sincere regret and
fond recollection when we a r called
hence. Aim high and well and strive
to do-get all out of life there is, and
let the heather bLtwl, and Diogenes
roll his tub and be damned!
You may still see If a passenger on
the iuxurions Overland limited-be-
tween lifting peaks and rock-ribbed
hills and then only for a moment
away on yonder on the rim of the horiz-
on an artificial heap OF stones. IT'S en-
during enough; but deserted and dead
material evidence OF mans feeting
mortality and pathetic reminder Of a
desire to somehow hand down to fu-
lure generations his name and deeds.
near it a few neglected graves, and
round about are fast celebrating foot
prints of a once civilization now gone
and soon forgotten. But this much re-
Misunderstanding lives for always but
love-tis His pledge you sense as you
view the landscape and feel its utter
loneliness-this eyer-present noun
tain murmur-God's whisper mongst
the pines.-Sagebrush Philosophy.
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