Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1916-04-28

and new-leafed bushes of the wilder
ness began to shriyel up. Day after
day the sun leaped brazen, from the
horizon to the sky, his first level rays
searching out the scant, stored mois-
ture OF whiting foliage, and the very
sap OF the hardy brush. While the cat
tie were still fat they became weak
and turned to cactus for nourishment.
They broke down the sickly branches
with their horns and rubbed them In
the sand to free them of the worst or
the thorns. Herders rode the ROUNDS
on weakening horses and dismounted
time and again to pull out spines from
the shouts of passive, painting cows.
Bulls died of broken pride. They
would not subject themselves to the
pain CT eating cactus. The river--the
great river-was no longer great IL
grumbled with a weak voice from deep
down in the gorge. Gerry watched its
falling level with anxious eye and one
| day sent an urgent call to Lieber for
| help.
Lieber came. He brought with him
an army, every man bearing with him
| the tool that had come soonest to his
| hand. Spades were few and hoes; the
bright shares of pick or two caught
| the light like Iances. Most of the men
depended on the heavy sheath knives
| they carried at their sides. They
| looked like an army Of sansculottes
as they swarmed into the ditch and
| began to dig. In two days they had
sunk 1t to the required level. When
they finished Gerry rode back with
them to help bring down Lebers
weakening stock.
| Kemp had stayed in sole possession
at Lieber's. Digging was not in his
| line, so he had volunteered to hold the
| fort against the return of the garrl-
| son. He welcomed Lieber and Gerry
to a supper of his own making in ap-
proved cowboy style: sour-dough bis
cults made by a master hand. steaks
| cut from freshly killed calf and fried
| before toughness set in. a pile or
creamy mashed spuds. There was
LONELINESS about the meal that made
|
though for years they had been wor-
Shipping false culinary gods. The pile
of steaks, the heaped potatoes, the hot
biscuit. were exotics, strayed into a
land of pepper sauces and garlic.
The silence on the veranda that
night was even longer than usual. Ger
rvs mind went back to French book
that he had bought in desperation at
Pernambuco. He had ploughed through
half of it and with a catch in his
thoughts he remembered that it lay
open on the table when he left his lit
tie room in Piranhas on the morning
Of mornings that had broken life in
two. Some of its phrases, conned
over and over again in his struggle
with the half-forgotten idiom, came
back to him. la parole est du temps,
| lie silence de l'eternite." He smiled to
himself at the twisted meaning the
long silence of his companions gave to
| the words.
| Then the smile left his face. He re-
membered the argument The instinct
we all have for superhuman truths
| tells us that it is dangerous to be ST.
| lent with those we would keep at a
| distance, for words pass and are for
| gotten between men, but silence-ac-
| tive siience-is forever ineffaceable
| True life-the moments of life that
! leave a trace-is made up of silence.
Not passive silence; that is but anoth-
er name for sleep. But the active 81
lence that breaks down barriers.
pierces walls and turns the life of ev-
cry day into life where all is in
tense, where there is no ban-nOthing
| forbidden-where laughter dare not
enter, where subsection is submerged
and where all-all. is remembered.
Gerry felt that this active silence
had come upon them. These men were
being borne into the silent sphere of
his own soul. He felt restless-afraid.
| He decided to speak. He was on the
point of speaking when Lieber let
| down his chair softly. clasped his
hands and broke the silence.
last night l dreamed ( heard the
| blast of steamers horn and when |
woke up luO COlu sweat was OH NY
| forehead because 1 know that there is
no desert, no wilderness, so far from
the things you would forget that
| dreams cannot follow you to it."
He stopped and silence fell upon
| them again. Lieber stared straight in
front of him, out into the night. His
! face worked as though he were strug-
Cling to keep his lips closed. When he
began to speak again. the words were
scarcely audible. 81 don't know why
want to tell you two about why am
here, unless 1t Is that as we sat here
so quiet felt that you knew it all
| that you knew all that l know and
that was on the point of knowing all
that you have known. The little lies
of life suddenly became big and hate
full and saw in my life monster lie
that the silence was exposing.
There are lots of men with the be-
ginning of my story. It's common and
takes little telling. | was born in
PENNSYLVANIA. We were mighty poor
farmers but I got all the schooling