White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1913-07-06

pronounced by H. w. Knickerbocker,
once a m~ine-operator of Goldfeld
later a pioneer of Rawhide. His ap-
%pearance was entirely in keeping with
the scene. Clad in the miners rough
garb and wearing high boots, he
looked the part of a typical pioneer,
He deeply felt his subject, for at
times his eyes dimmed with tears
and his utterance was choked by
emotion. Following is a report of
his address:
A Powerful Address.
Il feel that it is incumbent upon
me to state that in standing here |
occupy no ministerial or prelate po-
sition. | am simply a prospector.
make no claims whatever to moral
merit or to religion. except the re-
ligion Of humanity; the brotherhood
of man. | stand among you today
simply as a man among men, feeling
that ] can shake hands and say
Brother to the vilest man or wo-
man that ever lived. If there should
come to you anything of moral ad-
monition through what | may say,
IL comes not from any sense of moral
superiority. but from the depth OF
my experience.
Riley Grammar was born in Paris
Ky, about 40 years ago. | suppose
he dreamed all the dreams of boy
hood. They blossomed into phenom-
email success along financial lines at
times during his life. | am told that
from the position of a bell-boy In
a hotel he rose rapidly to be "A celeb
rity of worldwide fame. He was one
of the greatest plungers, probably,
that the continent has ever produced
HE died day before yesterday in
Rawhide.
This is a very brief statement.
You have the birth and the period
of the grave. Who can fill the in
term? Who can speak of his hopes
and fears? Who can solve the mys-
terry of his quiet hours that only he
himself knew? ] cannot.
He was born in the Sunny South
land-in Kentucky. He died in
Rawhide.
There is the beginning and the
-. .wI,r ,g M. am 600 Ia thtc
a picture of what lngersoll said at
the grave of his brother-'Whether
1t be near the shore or in mid-ocean
or among the breakers, at the last a
wreck must mark the end of one
and all
HE was born in the Sunny South
land. where brooks and rivers run
unsteady through the luxuriant soil;
where the magnolia grandifiora like
white stars glow In a armament of
green; where crystal lakes dot the
greensward and the softest summer
breezes dimple the wave-lips into
Kisses for the lilies on the shore;
where the air Is resonant with the
MARBLE melody of a thousand sweet
voiced birds and redolent of the per-
fume of many flowers. This was the
beginning. He died In Rawhide.
where In winter the shoulders of the
mountains are wrapped in garments
of ice and in summer the blistering
rays of the sun beat down upon the
skeleton ribs of the desert. Is this a
picture of universal human life?
Sometimes, when | look over the
circumstances of human life, a curse
rises to my lips. and IL you will al
low me, / will say here that l speak
from an individual point of view.
| cannot express other than my own
views. If | run counter to yours,
at least give me credit for a desire
to be honest.
when I sec the ambitions of man
defeated; when | see him struggling
with mind and soul in the only le-
ultimate prayer he can make to ac-
cornplish some end; when ! see his
aim and purposes frustrated by a for
tuitous combination of circum-
stances over which he has no control;
when I see the outstretched hand.
Just about to grasp the flag of vic
tory, take instead the emblem Of de-
-. oak What ie Iifa5 Droa ms
awakening. and death; "a pendulum