The Belding banner-news. (Belding, Mich.) 1918-1973, 1920-07-28
WESTERN PAPER LAUDS
AL0CAL MAN S WORK


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and notices of location, count tor
nothing unless it is backed up by q
bona fide discovery of valuable min
eral within its bosom that warrants
exploitation for commercial purposes.
Therefore, it is apropos for the
reader of this paper to consider the
\ first stanza Of the poet-prospector,
Clarence z. Eddy's ballad Of Death
Valley and the Mighty Deserts. which
is as follows:
"Under the skies where the noun
! tains rise,
Rugged and vast and bold,
i Unde- the skies of the west there
The land of the lure Of gold
OF gold that is found in the gra-
cions ground
That misers never have doled."
And hasn't it been beneficial to the
great west that the commissioner OF
the general land Office is ever pres.
ent, who is familiar, not only with the
laws of congress, but with the rules
and customs of the places and other
miners of the west "where the pros
pector found in the gracious ground
the god that misers never have
doled." The prospector's rights are
never materialized until after he has
found the gold in the ground and not
where gold may be found. A min
kother valuable mineral "may be-"
found, as the secreatry of interior,
Payne, has decided. is nullity. You
must find the mineral--the oil and
the gold first and locate afterwards,
( crb that &c tho paaceana that Mr.
I Tallma undoubtedly has delivered to
our present efficient secretary of the
! interior, the Hon. John Barton Payne.
4 Here is Mr.. Eddy's poem, "The
I Queen of the Purple Mist:
Under the skies where the mountains
F, rise,
: Rugged and vast and bold,
: Under the skies of the west there lies
The land of the lure of gold,
OF gold that is found in the gracious
ground
That misers never have doled.
Upon the crest of the Mighty West
And famed by the cooling breeze
That breathes and blows from the
mountain SHOWS
And the mighty western seas
A goddess stands with reckoning
hands
And calls her argosies:
Queen of the land of the sage and
sand
Where the golden treasures lie.
The stars that gem her diadem
Are the stars of the desert sky,
In purple mist she keeps her tryst
While sun and moon go by:
In purple mist she keeps her eryst
Enrobed in purple sheen,
She calls, Come here, come WOO me
lear,
am the Golden Queen"
And some she loves but some reprov-
And gives but dule and teen
And they are bold who WOO for gold
For some win but the grave
But they win best who love the quest
Nor court her as a slave,
And we'll they WOO who dare and do
For Fortune loves the brave!
And they are brave who tempt the
grave
Where heat and thirst may kill,
But men were known to WIN a throne
And conquer Fate by will,
So where the dry, great deserts lie
The spirit lures them still:
In purple mist by sunlight kissed
The upland deserts lie,
A purple sheen enwraps the scene
Beneath the desert sky,
But some behold a mist of gold
That lures them till they die:
In dying dreams they see fair streams
In dreams their thirst they slake,
With dry canteens, in dry ravines
They sleep, no more to wake
Till on their sleep, 50 strange and deep
Great Heavens dawn shall break.
Where vast and high the deserts lie
The cooling breezes blow,
But there is death in the furnace
breath
Of the pits that lie below
And such hot accused spot
/, too, have thanced to know.
The Valley where the burning air
Is filled with burning thirst
The Valley famed and justly named
AS with name accursed,
The silent, sub-sea mystery
Of horrors oft rehearsed:
In the abode of the horned toad,
In the purple mist's domain,
In the silent land of the sage and
sand,
In the land of stingy rain,
Where the owl and the bat and the
trading rat
Their dwelling place maintain:
Where mountains hold the morning
gold
And gold is in the ground,
And golden themes and golden
schemes
And golden dreams abound,
Where men of old found sun-burnt |
gold
And gold may still be found: