Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-08-12

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I muscle. But under his great strength
: was a wOman's sentieness; under III
dirty. ragged clothes and the rough
brown skin grimy with dust an'
perspiratioH. was one Of the cieanes
souls that ever came to this world.
don't mean that he was ike a minis
ter. He could tell story walh pretty
rough talk in it, but always for q pur-
pose He hated dirt on the hands or
on the tongue. He owed flowers Ike
woman. He loved to look at the
stars at night and the colOrs OF the
sunset and the morning dew on the
meadows. / never saw man so much
10 love with fun and beauty
They reached Havana that evening
and sold their canoe 10 man who
kept boats to rent on the river shore
They ate a hot supper at the tavern
and got ride with farmer who was
going len miles in their direction.
From his cabin some two horzs later
they set out afoot in the darkness.
"Going home IS the end Of all jour
neys," said Abe as they tranped along
Did ii ever occur to you that every
live creature has its home? The fish OF
the sea. the birds Of the air, the beasts
of the field and forest, the creepers in
the grass. all 90 home. Most Of them
turn toward it when the day wanes.
The call Of home Is the one voice heard
and respected ali the way down tie
line Of life. And, ye know, the most
wonderful and mysterious thing in ns-
ture is the power that fool animals
have to go home through great DIS (
tances. like the turtle that swan frOu I
the Bay Of Bscay TO his home of Van .
Dieman's Land. Somehow, coming over
in "A ship, he had blazed a trail through
the painless deep mors than ten thou
sand miles long. It's the one miracu-
lOus gift-the one call that's irresist-
ible. Don't you hear it now? l never
lie down in the darkness without
of home when am away"
"And it's hard to change your home
when you're wonted to it," said Harry.
yes, its little like dying when you
pull up the roots and move. It's been
lard on your folks"
This remark brought them up to the
greatest of mysteries. They tramped
n silence for a moment. Abe broke
n upon ii with these words:
81 reckon there must be another
lone somewhere to go to after we
ave broke the last camp here and q
ind of birds compass to help US
nd it. l reckon We'll hear the call Of
as we grow older"
He stopped and took Off his hat and
)Oked up at the stars and added:
IF it isn't so I don't see why the
ing procession of life keeps harping
n this subject of home. | think see
lie point of the whole thing. 1t isn't
lie place or the furniture that makes
home. but the love and peace that's )
it, BY and by our home isn't here
ny more. 1t has moved. Our minds !
sgin to beat about in the undiscoy- ;
ed countries looking for it. Some /,
wv we got it located-each man for
mself."
For another space they hurried along
ithOut speaking a
II tell you. Harry. whatever a large a
imber of intelligent folks have a
reed upon for some generations is t,
if they have been allowed TO do D
cir own thinking" said Abe ITS
out the only wisdom there is"
He had sounded the keynote Of the 7
w Democracy. OF
SO. under the lights of heaven. N
eaking in the silence OF the night OF al
penetrable mysteries. they jour d.
yed on toward the land of plenty. lie
ITS as still as a graveyard" Harry E
lispered when they had climbed the
iff by the mill long after midnight
d were near the little village.
They're all buried in Sleep" said
re. We'll get Rutledge out of bed
I'll give us a shakedown soma- pl
ere" as
His loud rap on the door of the tav-
J signalized more than a desire for A
Il in the weary travellers, for just "a
n cycle of their lives had ended.