Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-06-06
aelisesllaarons BEADING.
THE MAN HIMSELF
And the Important Part He Plays


velous things are done by machinery
living men still are Indispensable. Be-
ings compact of soul and brain and
heart in the serviceable body must al
ways be more to the work Of the world
than insensate collections Of cog
| wheels, or even the fluid fire that in
spires the purring dynamo or sends q
message thrilling around the earth
through the ether. Things never yet
created things" Mind rules. The
electric furnace the travelling crane OF
the hammer nightly has its
way only by kind permission Of man.
We may be devoured by our creature
but II is our creature still. Behind all
that Is set in motion is the prime NOV
ership Of the man himself We look on
lowered cities" rising mountainously
skyward under blue wells Of smoke
commingiing with the actual clouds,
and 1t seems incredible that so great
and awesome an architecture could
have been upreared by man. We go
through the Culebra Cut at Panama
and the fissure in the hills is not to be
accounted for by the records of the
steam shovels biting into the clay en-
bankment. A bridge across a wide,
deep river seems to have been super
naturally set in place; 1t must have
been dropped there by nocturnal magic
like a palace when you rubbed a lamp
In tale of Arabian Nights enchant-
ment. The railway that winds among
the hills and over them-that finds q
way where there never was a way be-
fore-one cannot visualize the multi
tude of men who toiled like Pyramid
builders In the leveling and filing. Even
the buried and forgotten cities sleep
ing under the sand where the date
palms and the wild asses gave up the
struggle long ago-even these had
their builders who locked about them
and were swollen with pride and bade
the world look upon the Babylon that
they had builded. Go where you will,
man was there and left footprint,
though the forest and the jungle
crowded back upon 1t iealously at last,
and wiped out the smallest trace Of 1t.
Think Of the different kinds Of men
there are, and the wide variation in
the mode Of living! There is no useful,
gainful occupation that will not be
followed, whatever the incidental hard
ship. One man gets through fire, an
other walks on ice, another breasts
the food to win the daily bread-for
others. Patient and resolute they wait
when the need is, or they go when the
call Is heard, and they do not COM
plain. They suffer and are silent
they are abased and they do not an
swer back-they are exalted without
that intoxication Of the spirit which Is
sometimes worse than the drunken
ness of the body. They learn to work
by teams and companies that their
strong. adhesive combination may pre-
vail; or they are valiant in the soli-
tary places, and faithful in their lone
illness as being forever under the
great Taskmaster's eye" They do
not seek to know why they were put
on earth. They lift the heavy fardel
without inquest into the weight or the
contents. They have their work to do,
and they do 1t, and II 1t is too much for
them they would rather die beside It
than confess. In such as these Is the
stuff of heroes-and these are great
unrecognized and even unnumbered
army. None ever came to them dis
tributing rewards or "a ribbon to stick
on his coat" They were content to
have done their work so we'll that
it outlasted their frail mortality.
"Glad did live and gladly die,
And laid me down with a will"
The world could not do without
these necessary however humble Ia
borers-"the forgotten millions" But
it is always to be remembered that If
men are Indispensable a man Is not.
The fact Of death is the first and the
obvious rebuke Of that presumption.
It seems for a time as though a busi-
do without its partner, its ruler, its
philanthropist-but 10! by a perpetual
miracle like the recrea' ION Of the world
in spring, a man is raised up to take
the place of the man who has been
promoted to an eternal captaincy or a
continued training. One goes, anoth-
er comes, in ceaseless itinerary. The
least valuable Of men Is he who Is in
sisting, at every turn Of the road, on
his own value-who repeats till we are
deafened with 1t that only he can do
what he Is doing. II is not f1attering
to our vanity to believe that there Is a
as ourselves. We love to think our
handiwork Is unique, we hate to dis
cover that what we have supposed
original is aboriginal. But no mans
pride can live long If he keeps looking
about him and moves on familiar
terms with working circles Of other
occupied men. He may think he did
we'll and here is another exceeding and
eACciiiHS HE o"h pei ioi hieahSC oiio ho'
making the welkin ring with the chan
ticleer challenge of one who holds that
the sun rises by his Growing. How
quiet and how modest are the great
ones! You would not know they had
done much Of anything. Beside their
magnanimity the midget blatancy Of
trivial conceit dies away to a murmur
scarcely audible. The great man knows
that his lasting worthiness is his val
ue, not as he stands alone for a selfish
advantage. but as ne labors, man
among men, for the common good
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