The Yale expositor., 1912-05-30

= mountain aerie, the lonely hermitage
y where he made his home. There h
!. reveled in his isolation What hat
: been punishment. expiation, had a
t last become pleasure.
!. Civilization was bursting through
r the hills in every direction, railway!
were being pushed hither and thither
+ the precious metals were being dis
: covered at various places and aftel
j them came boards of men and will
them-God save the mark-women
but his section of the country had
hitherto been unvisited even by hunt
ers. explorers, miners or pleasure
seekers. He was glad, as he had
, grown to love the spot where he had
made his home, and he had no wish to
be forced, like little Joe. to move on.
, Once a man who loved the strife,
noble or ignoble, OF the madding
crowd, he had grown accustomed to
, silence habituated to solitude. Winter
and summer alike he roamed the
mountains. delving into every forest,
exploring every hidden canyon, sur
mounting every inaccessible peak; no
storm. no snow, no condition OF wind
or weather daunted him or stopped
him. He had no human companion
ship by which to try his mettle, but
nevertheless over the world OF the
material which lay about him he was
a master as he was man.
He found some occupation, too, in
the following Of old Adams inherit
ance; during the pleasant months of
summer he made such garden as he
could. His profession Of mining en-
| gineer gave him other employment.
Round about him lay treasures ines
timable, precious metals abounded in
the hills He hsqi located them, tested.
| analyzed, estimated the wealth that
was his for the taking-it was as val
ueless to him as the doubloons and
golden guineas were to SelkiCk on his
island. Yet the knowledge that it waS
there gave him an energizing sense of
potential power. TN consciously enorm-
ously flattering to h5s self-esteem.
Sometimes he wandered to the ex-
treme verge of the range and en- clear
days saw far beneath him the smoke
of great cities of the plains. He
could be master amoag men as ae was
a master among mountains. If he
chose On such occasions he laughed
cynically. scornfully, yet rarefy did
he ever give way to such emotions.
A great and terrible sorrow was
upon him; cherishing a great passion
he had withdrawn htmself from the
common lot to dwell upon it. From
a perverted sense OF expation. i'm a
madness of grief, hosrpr and despair,
he had made himself prisoner 10 his
ideas in the desert OF the mountains.
Back to his cabin he would hasten,
and there surrounded by his living
memories-deathless yet Of the dead.
he would recreate the past until de-
lection drove him abroad on the hills
to meet God If not manor woman.
Night day. sunshineshadow. heat-cOid,
storm-calm; these were his life.
Having disburdened his faithful ant
mails of their packs and having seen
them safely bestowed for the winter
in he corral he had built near the
base of the cliff upon which his rude
home was situated he took his rifle
one morning for one Of those lonely
walks across the mountains from
which he drew such comfort because
he 'anced the absence Of man con-
duced to the nearness Of God. 1t was
a delusion as old nearly as the Chris
tian religion. Many had made them
selves hermits in the past in remorse
for sin and for love toward God; this
man had buried himself in the wilder
ness in part for the first Of these
causes. in other part for the love OF
woman. In the days Of swift and sud
den change he had been constant to
remembrance, and abiding in his de-
termination for five swift moving
years. The world for him had stopped
it's progress in one brief moment five
years back--the rest was silence.
What had happened since then out
yonder where people were mated he
did not know and he did not greatly
care.
In his visits to the settlements he
asked no questions, he bought no pa
pers, he manifested no interest in
the world; some things in him had
died in one fell moment, and there
had been, as yet, no resurrection. Yet
life, hope, and ambition do not die,
they are indeed eternal. Resurgam!
Life with its tremendous activities,
its awful anxieties, its wearing strains,
its rare triumphs, its opportunities
for achievement, for service; hope
with its Examinations, its encourage
ments. its expectations. ambition
with its stimulus, It's force, It's power;
and greatest of all. love, itself alone
all three were latent in him. In touch
with woman these had gone. Some
thing as powerful and as human must
bring them back.
1t was against nature that man
lowered as he should so live to him
self alone. Some voice should cry In
his soul in its cerements Of futile re-
morse. vain expiations and benumblng
rccollection some day he should
burst these grave ciothss selfwound