Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1918-01-03
That have bravely weathered win

ly.
Where the sage hens and the pleas
ants.
In their bright and gorgeous col
oring,
And the quail in countless numbers
Scurry thru the tangled sage brush
Fearsome for their menaced safety.
Where the coyotes with their weird
howl,
Resonant the lovely nights make.
Where the many modest wild flowers
Deck the ground win rarest beau
ty.
Where we're ever boasting
That the North Side is an Eden.
In the great heart of this Eden
Lies our loved Arcadia Valley.
Brightest spot in all the country.
Garden of the Gods 1t may be-
Years agone, on one lone eighty,
Lived a meek U. P. minister.
Struggling hard to gain foothold
In the shifting sands, meanwhile,
Worn and weary with the battle,
Forth he went to fields more fertile
And the shack, which he'd erected,
Stood deserted; left; forsaken!
Eager eyes, church home seeking,
Spied this cabin-lone and dreary.
Letters found no answering owner
Only silence, deep, unbroken.
Broom and scrub-brush, vigorous
women;
Saw and hammer, paper, painting;
Willing men, as eager helpers;
Benches, organ, stove and lanterns,
AS II by magic, 80 this cabin
Was transformed. Then often jour
neyed.
Preachers f1ne-from far aud nearer;
Coffind; Anderson foorsooth; then
Evans, young. eager, athletic;
Four short months the pulpit filled.
Circuit riding was the style then.
Lonesome we. when back to school,
room
HE'D this preacher-loved by many.
Then our father, Jonn McGillivray,
With his heart so great, so loyal,
Working, working, faithful ever,
For the church and Sunday school
too,
Came and bound the scattering people
In union strong and earnest
In nineteen hundred twelve, De-
cember.
Since that day full many a meeting
Has been held within these walls,
rude.
Mr.. Morrow had the honor
To be first to act as preacher
TO the newly founded mission.
Following him the faithful Jenkin
Served US we'll and lovingly,
and his memory still is with US.
His example still shines brightly;
His good influence fingers round
/ US.
Followed, then, a dreary winter,
Lightened only by the visits
OF the sympathetic Doctor.
AS he snatched time for a short
i call.
Grateful, we, to DR.. Barton,
For his interest and kindness.
When the spring came 1t it's beauty.
From the East with Fastening
footsteps,
Came young man fresh from college
To be with us through the summer.
Swiftly sped those months, and once
more
We were left without a shepherd.
Helped again by DR.. Barton,
Self-supporting we became then,
And a call quickly given
To that self-same student preach
Now full-fledged Reverend.
We, a mission field no longer,
Proudly claiming as our pastor
One we love and honor duly;
Happy as the days are passing;
All united in endeavor.
Through these years this little cabir
Has been home each Sabbath day
Here the children learned their les
sons,
For the Sunday school was faithful
Through the changing of the seasons
Times there were of jolly socials
When we met for fun and laughter
Times, also, of serious thinking,
When Life's problems rose befor,
Freezing often in the winters;
Sweltering in the heat of summers
Wading through the deluged road
ways;
Facing fierce, tempestuous wind
No experience that we've passe
through
Would we wish changed or forgot
When the babies, with their parent
Kneeling low before the altar,
To the Lord we're consecrated
And their Hives fo Him were nrom