Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-07-08

n orator is horn with all tho rneto-if n
5 needs. Rhetoric is a steeJ ror a Ugh
e load under the saddle, but he's fnt
r warm bloOded for the harness. fit
! was for tne day of the plumed knight
} -not for these times. No man OF
, sense would use a prancing horse on
. pl0w or stone boat. A good pillow
horse Is a beautiful thing. The play
of his muscles, the power or his stride
are poetry to me, but wnen he tries
10 put on style he Is ridiculous. That
suggests what rhetoric Is apt to do to
The unframed intellect. If you've
anything to say or write, head straight
across the field and keep your eye on
the furrOw."
In the last diary of Samson Henry
Traylor is this entry:
II went to Gettysburg with the Pres
ident today and sat near him when he
! spoke. Mr.. Everett addressed the
crowd for an hour or so. As Keso
would say He rode the prancing steed
straight across the feld. When he
finished, the field, plowed and har-
rowed and fortified by war had been
sowed for all time The springs work
was done and well done"
At a quarter of ten the doctor rose
and said:
"We're keeping Abe from his sleep
and wearing the night away with phi
lOsOphy. I'm going home"
81 came over to see if you could find |
a man TO help me tomorrow" Samson
said to Abe. Harry is going over TO
do the thinking alone. 1 want a man
to help me on the whipsaw while I cut
some boards for the upper flooring"
''Pll help you myself" Abe proposed.
81 reckon I'll close the store tomor-
row unless Jack will tend it."
'You can count on me-" said Jack.
am short of sleep anyhow and day
of rest will do me good"
Abe went with his friends to the
door beyond which the two boys from
Clarys Grove sat as if sound asleep.
1t is probable, however, that they had
heard what Samson had said to Abe
Next morning Abe and Samson set
out for the woods soon after daylight.
II like that boy Harry" said Abe.
Il reckon he's got good stuff in him.
rhe way he landed on Bap McNoll
was a caution. like to see a Teller
come right up to the scratch, without
IN invitation just in the nick o. time,
is he did. That boy is likely young
and timber and well put
ogether and broad between the eyes"
An gentle as a kitten" Samson
dded. There never was a better
ace on boy or better heart behind
/. We like him."
Eyes. sir. He's well topped young
and sound and good
mber. Looks as if that little girl o.
ack's was terribly took up with him.
don't wonder"
'What kind of a girl is she?" Sam 3
On asked.
Awful shy since the arrow hit her.
he don't know what it means yet.
he'll get used to that, | reckon. She's
good girl and smart as a steel trap"
Harry Needles went whistling I'D
lie road toward the new house with IL
exile. hoe and trowel. As he passed 5
lie Kelso cabin he whistled the tune OF
Sweet Nightingale" 1t had haunted Dt
S mind since he had heard it in the 1T
oods. He whistled as loudly as ever
could and looked at the windows. IN
afore he had passed. Bins face 10
oked out at him with smile and tn
r hand flickered back of the panes
ID he waved his to her. His heart Sc
at fast as he hurried along. me
I'm not so very young" he said to an
mself. Il wish hadn't put on these
clothes. Mrs. Traylor is an awful da
e woman but she's determined TO a
Ike me look like a pillow horse. I hil
Mt see why she couldn't let me wa
ar decent clothes" in
Sarah had enjoyed mothering the hel
y. His health had returned. His
eekS were ruddy. his dark eyes clear tro
Q bright, his tall form erect and cas-
rdy. csc
lie had helped Alexander Ferguson wa
h the making of the fireplace and ecy
ew how to mix the mortar. He baC
rked with will, for his heart was Pa:
the new home. 1t was a fine Sen TO
lber morning. The far reaches of
great, grassy plain were dimmed
n haze. It was vast, howery will
ness. waving and murmuring in the f
exc Ike an ocean. How long those ed
es. sown by the winds of heaven ical
waited for the plowman now ar. dor
~ son
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