Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1917-08-10
THE PIONEER

ing Goals of the camp fire. Men and
women who came with the fire Of
youth but now with steps grown slow
-slow-S-l-o-w-.
Jesus Christ said, 20, woman great
is thy faith" and truly it was so to en-
able her to bid goodbye to father,
brother, sister, home and
friends in the dear and we'll loved
East to try the perils of the uncon-
quested desert that laid between.
OF trials there we've many. The
fuff-huff of the hoofs of the patient OK
longing for the next oasis, the disease
that some times strewed the way with
large and small monuments told the
tale Of heart aches.
No time to tarry-just little tight.
ening of the eye lids, just little pres
ure of the lips, dry-eyed John and Milly
must be brave covering smouldering
depths Of human sorrow. The caravan
moved on leaving the Indian and coy
ote to keep lonely vigil. How jealous
ly the morose Indian watched these
brave men, thoughtful women, untram-
meled youths, carefree maids and little
children as they passed in review,
they the actors, he the critic. The
splendid horses, the numerous cattle,
the caparisons and accoutrements,
and the fair maid of civilization tan.
talized the eye of this Bedouin Of the
American Dessert. All was incompre-
hensible to him. No more does south
ern Europe understand the invasion
tt that tiny rodent the Lemming or the
Kansan appreciate the grasshopper.
Nor do the rank and file comprehend
the stated appearance Of Halley's Con.
ct How then could the untutored In
dian comprehend the sudden appara
tion of myriad pale faces all bent upon
conquest and the lure Of gold? Can
you picture 1t? / can as plain as day
i see in my minds eye my Irish
American father in the flush Of sturdy
youth and my Ohio mother young and
gay enjoying with mental enthusiasm
wonderful sights Of strangely fashion
ed rocks, hills, lakes and rivers. Herds
of buffalo, fleet antelope and the sage
hen and the varied tribes widened the
vista of understanding. Life long and
fraternal friendships took root and
sprang up. After the long, long jour-
ney-separation. Each going their
own way in order to build up as 1t
were the bulwarks of our great COM
mon wealth. All! dear pioneer small
wonder that we revere thee. No small
deed to sacrifice self for on coming
generations numerous as the sands of
the sea. Stinted Of cultivated fruits
and flowers; the long waits between
the poor thin little letters brought by
means of the pony express ESQ accur-
ately described by Mark Twain) for
between that time and the iron-horse,
Ben Holidays coaches and the route
by the Isthumus were the only means
Of transportation in the flesh. To all
intents and purposes our pioneers had
died to their friends in the East.
Their complete isolation here by the
western sea appeals to me. How good
they were and patient. or such is
genius born. Here by this western
sea genius is en- rapport: the very
ether is sweet and long drawn out with
music. The evening breezes wafed by
the Pacific family perfumed from orr.
entail shores. the murmur OF the wimp-
ling streams, the tum-tum Of the cata.
ract or the basso profundi OF the sea
drumming among the caverns and lap.
ping the shores Of our early issolation
had all the constituents OF the coun.
tries that produced an Ole Bull, q Grieg
or Sindig. So much for music. The
blending OF the sunrise or the setting
into the purpling sea. the hills clothed
with maple, the syringa, the rhododen.
dron. the dog wood and the Oregon
grape; the splendid forests hoarv w''
bearded MOSES, old man Hood lord
ing over all-so much for painting and
these twain are parents Of the poet
What then? Homer Davenport world
famed cartoonist dreamed dreams on
Silver Creek.
Sam Simpson built his own monu
ment from rainbow lines oil the VIII
annette and the pedestal from the rush
Of many waters. Mrs. Victor caugh.
and held the vastness Of old Columbit
until we'd feign borrow another two
eyes. Later Eva Emery Dye cam,
from the East to get us by flash light
It is no shame to come from the Eas
The Little Master was of the Eas
but here by the western sea like III,
giant frs we stretch out our arms to
wards inhnity. The mountains i'm
mutable speak to us while the Oregon
quail pipes us home at roseate sunset
To Catherine Coburn, Abigail Scot
Duniway, Noble Randall, J. T. Appel
u son. Frances Holmes and my father
pioneers gone before with whom m
child life was interviewer l dedlcat
these thoughts.
Blanche Mecord Mulvany.
TO DAN