The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1915-01-14

and still he found himself lingering.
And this was true although he recog-
nized a growing sentiment Of disap-
prevail for himself. In Samson he
thought he recognized twin gifts; a
spark Of genius too rare to be al
lowed to flicker out, and potentiality
for constructive work among his own
people, which needed for it's perfecting
only education and experience.
Samson" he suggested one day
when they were alone, Il want you to
come East. You say that gun is your
tool, and that each man must stick to
his own. You are in part right, in
part wrong. A man uses any tool bet
ter for understanding other tools. You
have the right to use your brains and
talents to the full"
The boys face was somber in the
intensity of his mental struggle, and
his answer had that sullen ring which
was not really sullenness at all. but
self-repression.
Il reckon feller's biggest right Is
to stand by his kinfolks. Unc' Spicer's
gittin' old. He's done been good ter
me. He needs me here"
Il appreciate that. He will be older
later. You can go now, and come back
to him when he needs you more. II
what l urged meant disloyalty to your
people, could cut out my tongue be-
fore l argued for it. You must be.
lieve me in that. want you to be in
the fullest sense your peoples leader.
! want you to be not only their Sam
bon-but their Noses"
The boy looked up and nodded.
Il reckon ye aims ter be friendly,
all right" was his conservative re-
Spouse.
The painter went on earnestly:
II realize that am urging things of
which your people disapprove, but it is
bnly because they misunderstood that
they do disapprove. They are too close,
Samson, to see the purple that noun
tains have when they are far away. l
want you to go where you can see
the purple. If you are the sort of man
1 think, you won't be beguiled. You
won't lose your loyalty. You won't be
ashamed of your people"
Il reckon l wouldn't be ashamed"
| said the youth. Il reckon there hain't
no better folks nowhar.''
"Im sure of it. There are going to
be sweeping changes in these noun
tains. Conditions here have stood as
immutably changeless as the hills
themselves for hundred years. That
day is at it's twilight. l tell you, I
know what I'm talking about. The
state of Kentucky is looking this way.
The state must develop, and it is here
alone that it can develop. Here are
virgin forests and almost inexhaust-
IDLE coal veins. Capital is turning
from an orange squeezed dry, and cast
ing about for fresher food. Capital has
seen your hills. Capital is inevitable,
relentless, omnipotent. Where it comes,
it makes its laws. Conditions that
have existed undisturbed will vanish.
The law If tho feud, which militia and
courts have not been able to abate,
will vanish before capitals breath like
the mists when the sun strikes them.
Unless you learn to ride the waves
which will presently sweep over your
country, you and your people will go
under. You may not realize it, but
that is true. It is written
The boy had listened intently, but at
the end he smiled, and in his expires.
sion was something of the soldier who
scents battle. not without welcome.
II reckon If these here fellers air
a-comin' up here ter run things, an
drowned out my folks, hits right
good reason fer me ter stay here-an'
holp my folks
by staying here, you can't help
them. 1t won't be work for guns, but
for brains. BY going away and COM
ing back armed with knowledge. you
can save them. You will know how to
play the game"
Il reckon they won't git our land,
ner our timber, ner our coal, without
we wants ter sell hit. reckon eff they
tries thet, guns will come in handy.
Things has stood here like they is now,
fer hundred years. l reckon we kin
keep EN- that-away fer spell longer"
But it was evident that Samson was
arguing against his own belief; that he
was trying to bolster up his resolu
ton and impeached loyalty, and that
at heart he was sick to be up and 60
ing to a world which did not despise
dedication" After little, he waved
his hand vaguely toward down be-
low"
EFF went down thar" he questioned
suddenly and irrelevantly, would
hev' ter cut my ha'r?"
my dear boy" laughed Lescott, I
can introduce you in New York studios
to many distinguished gentlemen who
would feel that their heads had been
shorn If they let their locks get as
short as yours. In New York, you
might stroll along Broadway CARRIED in
turban and q burnouse without great
ly exciting anybody. think my own
hair is as long as yours"
Because" doggedly declared the
mountaineer, Il wouldn't allow nobody
ter make me cut my ha'r."
"Whv p" questioned oscott amuaoH