Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1919-12-30

the story of Scotch Bob's life, and why
he left Canada, when only a boy. and
left the, world behind him, and sought
the wiids and the Indians to hide from
his own race the balance of his life (?
He said no but wanted to hear it. Bob
had told me when he and l were on
upper Wisconsin, hunting and fishing
for few days. One night Bob led the
way to deserted hut where we pre-
pared bed of boughs or small
branches of hemlock, on which we
spread our blankets and lay down, he
away from all he ever cared for in
youth, but with the same ardor of
| Felicity, or beatitude of boyish hopes,
he rehearsed his sad story
1t was not a tale of Tilted suit, or
iunrequited love, Bob, was too intelli-
gent man to be effected by the pre-
sumption of fiirt, or the indifference
of any one. Intelligence will smile at
the wounds inflicted by the tickle or
| the vicious, they are not the wounds
which never heal; / Gid or was not
, competent to realize his explanation
of lasting grief as he said, tbs those
wounds which are inflicted by the
dearest friends where no outward
scar is visible, where 1t is hidden and
bleeds with every systole of the heart.
Where tate mocks the anguish of
those held sacred, who. living to re-
alize, when all too late repent the in
justice of their cruel blow. Those
wounds which bleed afresh, with ev-
cry fond remembrance, those we try
to hide, thru mercy to the penitent
heart and hand we revere, which dealt
the unseen but indelible scar.
Those wounds for which loved one
implore forgiveness, and bathes with
tears of remorse when all too late.
Those wounds where the crimson flow
of life, still laden with the pathos of
early love, and futile longing with
every sigh for lost hope, stains the
silvery locirs of age.
This was the story of large noble
hearted Scotchman, who spent his long
weary summer days and winter nights,
away in the wilds of Wisconsin, where,
Dan Kline spent his years of adven-
ture and enjoyment. Both rowed the
same streams, padded the same
canoes, tented meath the same trees,
drank from the same springs and trod
the same trails, each in different
quest and actuated by different pro-
pensities.
How strange and with such mex
plainableg cause the first inception of
the human soul imbibes, Involuntary
and uncomfortable, propensities which
shape a life set In motion by some
power over which infancy has no con-
troll, but thither the incentive trends,
and man must follow. Over the gid
ed SUBMITS of fame or thru the
darkest valley of strife, receptions to
be embraced as tho they were SINGER
tiles, dangers to be sought as tho they
were refuge, sorrows to be cherished
as tho they were joy. Thither the
propensity protends, and man must
follow even against the inevitable and
the world looks on with unmerciful
criticism, while caring or knowing
nothing Of the trial.
Luke warm, insensitive men are al
ways non-entities thru life, while it
seems that great minds pendulum like
ossillate from the extremes of force,
mercy and Justice, to the extremes Of
kindness and pity. This propensity Is
not confined TO any one race or tribe
of men; have seen il eyinced by
untamed savagery, seen the noted old
Sioux Chief, Sitting Bull, in conference
with his cheyenne warriors, dictate
with that force and power which is
loved by followers and dreaded by
enemies. The same answering pity
for human suffering was illustrated
by the grandest personification Of hu-
man righteousness, mercy and justice,
when the Sanetified Leader scourged
the robbers Of the poor from the den
of thieves" and, again, when with
mercy and pity for defenseless In
|nocence. He held forth His hands say
ling. Suffer little children to come un-
to Me, for of such is the Kingdom OF
heaven" All In all. Dan Kline pos,
sessed those qualitie.s. His friends
have many things in his nature and
life to be proud of and he win long be
remembered. May he rest in peace
A FRIEND.