Mexico weekly ledger., 1917-08-30
Enjoying Trip to Colorado
Rev. A.. A.. Wallace, in Letter to Ledger,
Tells of Things He Saw and Friends He Met

the top. The change he has wrought
in the "Ad" department Of the paper
he is with is a witness Of his industry,
common sense and splendid approach.
lie surely knows and uses the fine
art of meeting people and winning
them,
The other day / looked up some
friends of the days past, but still
friends of the present. l have spent
some very happy hours living over the
old scenes when all of us were young
err and my honored parents were yet
alive. These friends, Miss M. ].
Curd and her s~ister-in-law, Mrs.
Curd, were the closest companions
my mother had land they have showed
me every possible attention. They
are both women of Cody life and ac-
tive minds, and active hands, too, as
is proven by the fact that though
they are Gin their eighties" they are
both knitting every day for "The
boys at the 'front.'" What a work
such people do as they pass along
the pathway of life.
| have finished now so far as per-
sonalities and memories go, now l
guess / must moralize a bit. Did it
ever occur to you that the mountains
are all in groups? A peak doesn't
just get up out Of a plain all by itself
like an old bachelor gets up out Of
bed; even Pixies Peak is surrounded
by plains, foothills, and lesser peaks.
1t is a brotherhood, and thus presents
a parable of life-"No man liveth UNI
to himself" We are set in relation
with others and our usefulness de-
ponds to a great degree upon the way
we use or abuse this companionship.
My pigs mustn't root up my neigh
boris pasture nor my chickens spoil
his yard and garden. Speaking Of
"The Peak"-I am reminded Of the
irony of fate which named Pixies Peak
for the man who never was on its
top. General Zebulon M. Pike dis
covered it on Nov. Is, 1906, from a
point 100 miles distant and on Nov.
27 he abandoned his attempt to as
cend it. So says the monument to
his memory. Like many others in
life he saw what he could not attain,
but perhaps to him came other things
better than climbing the barren sides
of a snow-covered and handicapped
field of broken granite.
! have been impressed since coming
out here with the deception of ap-
pearances. l thought many times
that the train or auto was on a down
grade. 1t LOOKED so, but l noticed
that all the time the engine was
hoarsely putting or the auto driver
kept giving his car "the juice" to
keep on the move. 1T LOOKS only
a step up to the Peak, but miles and
miles lie between; so in life, some
slick-tongued fellow with good sails
on his rigging may "take you in" I'M
less you look beneath the surface to
find the REAL man hiding behind
appearance.
Going up on the "Moffat Road" the
other day / noticed the porter light
ing the lamps and l guessed at once
what was before us-about 80 tun-
nels, some long, some short, but all of
them smoky and dark; and as we
plunged into them I thought Of the
tunnels which line in the pathway of
earth's travels and of the DARK,
DEEP one at the close of the journey;
and then out of the sense Of helluess-
ness there came the light from the
lamp Divine in the words of our
Pilot: "He that followeth me shall
not walk insdarkness, but shall have
| the light of life."
The trip has been one unbroken
pleasure, but on Monday I shall hear
"the home call" to meet with glad
ness the people in home and church,
who love me and who to me are dear
er than words can tell.
Sincerely,
A. A. WALLACE.