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3 E1NG THINGS WITH THE GK30G4N GIRLS TILE SO DAY OKEliOSIAN, JfOKTLAJSD. Al'KIL, 7. 1907. 1 GoriveiiryJ Mrs. Pike hu Hexett Smith Daxtow Pictures feu Angie Breakspear m MAN In a brown leather cap waited A for the elevator and incidentally studied the sign on the door oppo site: THE GOOGAN fclRLS, Specialists In Motor-opathy. The elevator drew up to dock, the ele vator man shouted "Going south," but the passenger had changed his rntnd. He wanted to know more about motoropathy. "Come in," responded two voices to his knock. Upon entering Mr. Pike was astonished not only at the pair M young women that unfrontcd him in crisp interrogation, buf bi the bizarre atmosphere of the studio. There were two of everything wherever you looked. Mr. Pike rubbed his eyes. Two chairs were pushed hospitably toward him. Mr. Pike hesitated and for an uncomfortable moment felt that his chances of being divided between the two Indies were as good as the chances of the one baby with the two jealous mammas in the Solomon episode. "Well, what can we do for you?" de manded the Googan girls, briskly, sitting at twin desks. "Wei!, what can you do for me'.'" asked the man. "That's the idea." I've missed three elevators to come in and find out. I've got a new automobile and if there's anything for me to get or to know about tliaL I haven't already patd for go nlioi." "We deal only in motor dilemmas." ex plained Tilly Googan. "Have you one?" "Yes,' cried the man with sudden un derstanding. "Now here's the situation: My wife has a most unreasonable and violent dislike for motors. She won't even get into a car. Could ou convert her?" "We could try," said the Googans. "I tried everything," Mr. Pike stated. "I sold her carriage and pair to force tier to ride In the car. But she walks now." "What recreation does your wife en Joy T ' asked Tilly "I am happy to say Mrs. Pike is a reg ular home-body," answered Mr. Pike. "I ean't stand for these women whose sole tm In life is gadding; around amusing themselves." "Excepting when It is sharing your amusement?" asked Lilly as she made several notes in a book. "It makes It very awkward when she refuses to go in my car," snapped Mr. Pike. "If we undertake this case you may find It very expensive." cautioned Tilly Gio gsn, shaking her pencil at the client. "We hare to do it our own way." "Oh, certainly," agreed Mr. Pike. "If you win Maria over to motoring Til be eternally grateful." "Our terms are cash." said the twins, ofttj. "Eternal gratitude doesn't buy any gasoline." Mr. Plk took out his check book, flip ping the pages. OUR second crop in Oregon was a miracle of nature's generosity. The wheat wan tall, strong, bowed down with laden heads of yellow gold. The fruit trees bad grown beyond conception the first year, and the second blossoming they were pink and white with glory, and brown and busy wild bees from the mountains made honey while we. all of us who were not teaching school, worked as hard and as happy, too, as they. The spple trees in the autumn were red and pink and yellow with luscious fruit. We had surely como upon a land of milk and honey. The cattle, too, were increasing In the rank, rich grasses beyond all rea sonable calculation. There are nearly 300 kinds of grasses in Oregon. This seem Incredible, but our nearest neighbor, M. Wilklns. president of the agricultural society, accurately re ported all these things, and the native grasses of Oregon were and still are the wiidcr of all countries. The abundant rains and the Summer sea mist blown in forever from the Pacific over the low coast range are accountable for this gen erosity of nature, and the grasses, to gether with a careful selection of fine grade of imported stock as the years went by, gave Oregon the finest and fat test cattle In the world. Our horses be came famous long before those of Cali fornia were known. Toss Wbeal In Wind. We had no mills wrlthin reach those first years; no machinery of any sort, and so had to winnow out our grain by tossing It in the wind, as in olden Bible days, and let the wind blow the chaff away, while the wheat fell down on the outspread wagon sheet. This wheat, boiled, then baked, or fried, made a fine substitute for bread. But sometimes wo had Tndlan squaws, with their stone pes tles and deep stone mortars, grind wheat on shares, so as to have wheat bread for breakfast on Sunday when the preacher . amc; and this was almost every Sunday. But at the end of two years a shrewd Yankee set up a mill for grinding wheat, a day's drive distant, and soon the report spread about that squaws were In the habit of mixing up roasted grasshoppers with their mortar-made flour, and this, of course, drove us all to the mill to get bread for Sunday and the preachers. I can now see that this was all a fiction. These stone mills or mortars with the long and shapely stone pestles, of a finer quality of stone, are found all up and down the Pacific sea bank by the miners, not a cabin but has one or more in the door yard. And this same mortar and pestle is found In all the museums of Japan. But I have searched the Holy Land. and. Indeed, all other lands I know, in vain for this primitive mill. So that I am firmly persuaded that the Ore gon and California Indian came to us from Japan, most likely by way of the Aleutian Islands of Behring Strait. Both Good and Bad Poured In. Immigrants kept coming, the gener ous Oregonians going out each year to meet them. The congested lower end of the gt-PRt valley comparatively congested began to empty out Its "Go as far as you like," he said. "You see I am a stubborn man and when I make up my mind to do a thing. I do it. I've made up my mind Maria has GOT to like automobillng. If I give in' on this point she may forget who s boss No When in Trouble house can- have two unless, perhaps, we except "-t he Googan establishment." he chuckled. "I feel as if I'd always known you girls." cooed little Mrs. Pike as she tripped between the Misses Googan. "And I don't know when I've enjoyed myself fo much. Didn't we have an awful good time yesterday at the matinee?" "Lovely," murmured the Googans. "But we wish you would go with us In the motor it takes so long to get to places otherwise." "My dears. I'm afraid of 'em. Mr. Pike Is always at me to get into his automo bile, but that's one thing I've drawn a line on. Goodness knows I usually give In. I've sworn 111 die before I set foot inside one." The Googans" patient stopped to speak BMMSCMGBS The Poet of the Sierras Tells How He Left Oregon to Search for Gold in California multitude up toward our way, anrl nov "ablns glistened in the morning dew to right and left and far away before us till not a foot of vacant tillable land was left. And what noble pioneers! Poor enough they were, most of them, as were we at first, but they were all in dustrious, honest as a rule, and as steady as oak; devout people, who al ways Insisted on building a church and schoolhouse, however humble, the very tirst thine:. But, at the same time, there came pouring in on the other side into Cali fornia the most depraved and evil ele ment through the Golden Gate that ever took human form. This was the convict class from the British penal colonies "ticket -of -leave men," some of them almost all of them bad to begin with, hut doubly bad now with gold on every hand to be had In heaps almost for the taking. While it had all along been conced ed by my parents that I was to go, when go I must, to the gold mines, while my brother taught school along with papa, and Jimmy took care of the stock, this brutal new element made them hesitate now. Two Lads Start for California. But go I must. The wheels of the covered wagon In which I had been born and bred were whirling and whirling, and I must 'be off. Many were going; boys, men. and even some families were off, or about to get off, for the newly found mines out toward the south of us, on the very edge of dreaded California, but I must be one of them. Another boy of about my age joined me. He was bright, pre cocious, comely, but ever so much be yond me in wit anfl wisdom, for he had lived In cities and mrxed with peo-? pie, while I had always been afraid of both. My bright young companion fell in with a rich man, who took a liking to him, as ho rode his mule behind his long pack train, and, so he found em ployment at once. Right here, where Fremont had crossed the Klamath named by hfm the K I a mat almost within a stone's throw and far down the turbulent river toward the ocean were found some of the richest mines ever known. Knrolled as Cliief Cook. Left alone, I rode to where I found a party from Oregon trying to ar range to open a placer mine in a deep wooded gulch down on the Klamath River. There were 27 of them. One of them, a preacher, knew papa. Each man had a horse, blanket, pick, shovel and pan. a tin cup. a sheath knife, and long, big rubber boots. They were fairly well equipped, as equipments went in those days, with mule loads of beans, bacon, coffee, sugar and flour. They had chosen their foreman, their moderator, everything but that most important person. tfie cook. I said timidly to the preacher, who was mod erator: "Will you let me cook and come in as a partner? I used to help mother cook." "But. my boy. you will have to get up long before daylight. You will have to brown and grind and make the cof fee. You will have to cook the beans and bacon. Get the wood and water: weigh and keep the gold dust and bags of gold, and stick right in camp all the time." "I'll do it: please let me try it." There was a consultation. The preacher was on my side, and it was finally agreed that If I would stick to i to an acquaintance and the girls held council. "Like most people with one idea It'll 1 take wild horses and then some motors to move her. sighed lAUy. "She neeus a general initiation into everything that goes with the age of motors, for she is distinctly -Victorian." "We've got to get her near a car as you would teach a. child to pet a pussy cat," said Tilly. "First teach her to put her hand on mamma's muff that doesn't hurt baby then on the nice Teddy bear then bring on the little cat, and after Send for the Goog. n Girls. that baby would spank a Bengal tiger without temerity." "Mrs. Pike." said Lilly. "you're not afraid of the telephone are you? Cer tainly not. Nor of elevators, trolley cars, or electric light, electric treatments, elec tric facial massages? And I'll bet you can run a sewing machine? Yes? Well " "Oh:" interrupted Tilly. "Ah." cried Lilly. They halted with their "patient" before a shop window. "Wouldn't that motor coat look too sweet on Mrs. Pike?" questioned Lilly estatlcally. "Wouldn't that fascinating motor hat with floaty veil be lovely Jor her?" de manded Tilly. "But I never get in a car," protested Mrs. Pike. "Let's go in and just price 'em.' urged the Googans In the same breath. It I could come in as full partner; but that If I did not stick close to .my con tract I would have to lose not only the place, but my share of gold. T made but on proviso : I would stick to it until they could get a better cook. Toll Karly and Late. We had no coffee mill, and I had to pound up the tough coffee, after brown ing it in a frying pan, with the poll of my hatchet on a stone: had to use a piece of my buckskin coat the tail of it if you please, to pound it on. But I was happy. 1 fried the beans, brown to a turn; my flapjacks were pronounced perfect, and I was in a new world. I could feel that I was going to get on. In a very few days the men. work ing all the time from sun to sun. and often by the great campflres till late at night, had hewn., out slices for washing, and were soon shoveling in gold, gold and gold, from the deep bedrock of the nar row little gulch with great trees hanging overhead. We "cleaned up" every Sat urday evening. The gold was left sit ting aside by the pile of provisions and saddles till Sunday morning, when the foreman dried it. weighed it and divided it evenly among the 28 of the camp. The men always left their bags under the head of their beds, or by the roots of the trees where they slept. We lasted and washed urf Sundays. The men were as kind as they could be to me. It was quite a task to get wood and to carry all the water up from the gulch, but on Sun days when they were idle they all lent a hand when they could. Sneakthief Caught. Finally one Sunday there came along with others a bright-appearing and well dressed man with an English sailor ac cent and hair parted in the middle. He sang most melodiously and with great zest. The preacher liked him. had a talk with him. and finding he was foot-loose and looking for a place, asked him to stay with us and help cook till he could do better. 1 wes about worn out and gladly offered to let him sleep with me, as almost all the merr slept double, if he would only stay and help for a little time, if ever so little. He had the broadest-toed shoes I ever saw on anl man's foot. They were al most if not quite new. The second day I asked him where he got them. He said in San Francisco. Remembering how the Oregonians dislike the Californlans, es pecially the convict and San Francisco sort I advised him not to mention San Francisco, as we all had an idea it was a very bad place. That night, or rather early next morn ing. I felt him get up. I saw him. or least I felt T saw him, go down on tiptoe to the sluices with his big-toed shoes in his left hand. I felt about, got hold of a ramrod, and poked the nearest sleeper, pointing down toward the sluices. Some men followed and found the man. deaf ened by the rush of water, picking up the nuggets In the tail of the sluice and filling the big toes of his San Francisco shoes. They quietly led him up. putting his shoes where they always set the gold pan and then tied him to a tree and went back to bed. I got up and got breakfast and then the men got up. heard the ugly story as they washed and ate and got ready In a very few minutes to try the man for his life. It was a sad case. I pitied him with all my heart, but knew that by every rule of miner's law and equity the man must hang. They tried him, found him guilty, and sentenced him to hang that night at 'early candle light.' as the preacher put it. A Wg oak tree Tsiood, broad-bo ughed WAS IT INDEED MARIA When they left the shop Mrs. Pike was in a daze. By some remarkable process she owned, not one. but several of the most correct outfits of motor raiment. "I wonder how Mrs. Pike is getting on," asked Tilly Googan. "It's over a week since she as much as tooted going by." "If I hadn't had a bad case of flat tire, and hysteria, out on Long avenue I'd look her up." "I why Mrs. Pike! We were speak ing of you." said the Googans as the wife of their client entered. "Guess you thought I'd run out of gas oline and got stranded somewhere," sug gested Mrs. Pike" airily. "Well. Mr. Pike has been away on business and I've been busy entertaining company. If I had gotten Into trouble of course I'd 'send for the Googaiu. My dears. I'll have to tell and stately, on the fertile bank, only a few feet from where the men were at work. He must have been very good or very bad. for he made no defense at all. He, in a dazed and helpless way, con fessed he came from San Francisco, a crime In the eyes of Oregonians to begin with. And he hopelessly admitted that he had got big-toed shoes on purpose to plunder miners. They took him over to the big tree, tied him securely, marked off the grave and set him to digging. I was told to help him dig his grave and not to let him get away. The foreman said, gruffly: "Kid, there's going to be a hanging at early candle lighten! A hanging of some sort sure. All the miners round about here know, and all are a-comlng to a hangin". So if he is not here we must hang some one else. See?' I went over to help the dazed, dumb sailorman. with his hair parted In the mid dle, and when we had dug down a few feet he sat down on the edge, wiped his sneak ing face, and took out a small newspa per. It was headed "The Matrimonial Noose." He explained that a party of many convict men and women had come up from Australia and that two of the partjf had put in the long days of that voyage printing this paper. He read some very startling personals from the women of the party setting forth their merits and their charms. There was not one, with a single exception, who did not boast her beauty, virtue, youth, or something of that sort. This one exception was that of a woman who wanted to get out Into the gold mines and go to work. The man said she was already over in Yreka. a big town only a day or so distant, and was a good cook. I took the paper, told the man to keep on digging, and went down to the foreman with it. I left half a dozen heads hud dled together over that personal, reading and re-reading it. Of course, they must hang the man; but as I, their cook, was already half dead,( what could they do? Why not one of them go and get the woman? Telling Trnth Saved Him. They took the terrified, half dead and helpless convict over to dinner and asked him all sorts of questions. No, the woman was not a bad woman, only not pretty. That was tthe only fault he would be persuaded 'to admit. So it was settled that Long Dan, or Daniel Long, as he was afterward known, set out and bring her if he could. We would build her a cabin. The wretched man with his grave only half dug had been told that if his story about the woman was true and Dan could bring her, he would have to help her cook. He meekly agreed that he would prefer this to being hung. I can now see that they had no In tention of hanging the man at all. They set him to filling up his grave and to cutting cabfn logs close by, so that they could throw up a cabin. The logs being cut they put them in place at once, covering the cabin with cedar slats, from which they had made the sluices. Then the preacher who would marry them, if they .wanted to be or would be married, said we must have a reception; eonga and a march around, a sort of religious procession around the cabin with torches. And would the man we did not hang, help? Would he: - With a gasp, a breath that must have readied away down to the heels of the big-toed shoes, which he did not wear, fairly danced with delight at the idea and began singing this chorus; For a woman she can do mors with man Than a king and his whole arraee: And then the preacher asked me to make the song with that chorus at the end of each verse; to show the woman how truly important she must be in a OR LADY WALRUS? my husband about you." Mr. Pike himself entered at that very moment. "Hello, George." greeted Mrs. Pike, coolly. Mr. Pike jumped. Was this queerly clad object Mrs. Pike, a lady walrus, or a deep sea diver? Maria was Indeed clad for Arctic motoring. "I dropped in to see if I could have my car repaired and put in shape," explained Mr. Pike lamely. "This isn't a repair shop and garage," said Lilly sweetly. "Your car out of commission, George?" chirped Maria. "Then allow me to take you home in mine." "Yours?" gasped Pike. "She's a complete motorist," explained Tilly Googan. "An eight-cylinder enthusiast." added Lilly. camp of so many men and not one single woman! And this was my first offense in the line of song. I -did not know anything at all about poetry, but I was full of the Bible and Bible themes, so I first took up Sampson: Xow. Sampson was a mighty strong man, A mlg-hty strong man was he; But lie lost his hair and he lost his eyes. And also his liber-tee! For a woman she can do more with man Than a king and his whole arm -eel Then I took up. Daniel in the lion's den; then I took up Kinx David and Uriah's wife, and so on. Then I concluded with the following lines about that wisest of all men: Now Solomon he was a mighty wle man, A mighty wise man was he; But Solomon he had 700 wives. And also a dyspep-see. For a weman she can do more with man Than a king and his whole armee! You should have heard this chorus as the 27 men, led by the preacher and the man we didn't hang, marched around that cabin and held high their blazing pitch pine torches. What a rehearsal! She came! Dan smuggled her into the cabin and, with a full heart, got back and around to the preacher and whispered that they were already engaged, and now, since the cabin was all ready, they wanted to be married right off. Then Dan led her forth, and they were married by torchlight, and then the boys all went to bed, to let tho poor, honest woman, who had come so far to work, have a pood night's rest. I did not see her till next morning. But I am frank to say that she had been gravely honest about her looks. She was the plainest woman I had ever seen. At least, this was my feeling at first glance. But she grew to be pret tier every day as she rested, and got up great big dinners out of almost nothing. Sends His Gold Home. I was very ill now and must see a doctor. Never having been strong enough to eat and assimilate meat and hav ing here nothing at all to eat except beans and bacon and coffee, and besides xiaving- been on my feet all the time, my slim little leg's became stiff and began to show purple spots the scurvy. I gave my share of the claims to the unfortunate creature known as "the man we didn't hang," and gave my share of the gold, 31 ounces, to the preacher, to take back to papa, as he and nearly all the other men with families in Oregon were going to return beore the snows made the mountains impassable. Let me explain that we had no money at all In the mines at that time, and golddust was the only currency. This was given and taken at an ounce. But Oregon having plenty of gold coin, refused to accept golddust, as absolutely as Cali fornia refused to handle greenbacks, except by special contract, during the Civil War. This was narrow and bad in both cases. In Oregon you had either to sell your golddust to the one assayer, a primi tive, swindling concern at Portland, or send it to the mint at San Francisco, involving long delay, two sea voyages and often risks too tedious to mention. In this much handling, shipping and shifting about of golddust in the hands of bad men. express agents and so on. they by mixing In the same weight of sand, copper nuggets and brass filings often made the golddust next to worth less. The preacher was perfectly hon est, but bythe time my hard-earned dust got to its destination it netted but a little sum. You may or may not know that all golddust is not the same. fThls Klam n ml it m hi m MRS. PIKE TAKES "That car of yours Is an old lemon, George," said Maria. "So I bought a lovely one all finished In lavender, and had It charged to you. I know you never mind paying motor bills." "We'll send ours In the morning," whispered the Googans. THE BILL. Converting Mrs, pike HOP ath golddust Is of the best: minting more than $21 to the ounce. The bright and most beautiful golddust of Idaho at the south base of Mount Idaho, where gold was first found fn all that rich region, minted less than $10 to the ounce, as I learned to my great loss. The gold from Klondike, which I bought at $16. minted less than $14 to the ounce. The brightest gold is not the best. I do not say that I have ever been robbed or wronged of my dust by any one of the United States mints, but I know I have been robbed, and even many times, by the self-appointed as sayers in the mountains claiming con nection with mints here" and there. But it seems to me that the mints them selves have a very loose and unfair way of doing their work. I fell in with a new man, a new man ner of man, on my way to the city a great big man, body and soul, a close companion now and then as the years went by In many lands both wild and tame. At Vreka I collapsed and knew noth ing more till I found myself In the care of a kind little Chinaman, with Dr. Ream pulling me through to health and strength, tn the background stood the man I had seen In the trail as I came to town. This man Ream was one of the hand somest, manliest men ever seen. He was the idol of the new city and, strange, and unusual as it may seem, he is so still. He is and has ever been the king and dictator of all that end of California. They offered to send him to the Federal Senate; but he protested that he did not want to go to any place where he could not see Mount Shasta. Tieket-of-Leavc Men. When up and out, the man I had met In the trail and who stood modestly in the background, took me out and away over a snowy mountain to a new mining camp called Humbug Creek, where w wintered. Life was monotonous here, for we had to live alone in our cabin because of the intolerable toughness and rough ness of the men here at The Forks, who made their focus of action and distraction in the Howling Wilderness saloon. But he had a few books, besides I had brought with me from Oregon "Caesar's Commentaries" and a small Latin school book. "Historie Sacre," and we were neither lonely nor idle. He had many theories about the growth and formation of gold. And I think they were correct, for in all the many great gold fields I have penetrated, and that Is many, I have put his ideas to the test and In all these 50 years I have never found his theories at fault. Legions of these tleket-of-leave men had passed up the Sacramento River as far as possible by boat and then had made their way up past Mount Shasta to Yreka. Such men as Dr. Ream and a few other broad, big men whose word and will was the law, finding the savage horde Intoler able, made a second sifting of this reck less element and keeping loads of sup plies at the west end of the street ad vised them to secure a pack and pass on as fast as they could. I was told, al though I did not see it, that at the other end of the street they had built a gal lows and had sent dozens of good men among the desperadoes to ask help In the way of constructing a dozen more. And so it was that the Forks of Humbug sud denly became a lively camp. I surely should have died there but for the man I was with: Prince, the Black Prince, they called him. But he was not black, although a Prince, or at least a Prince In bearing and' behavior to me. He was, in fact, a full-blooded white man, but had lived so long In Nicaragua THE FIRST DEGREE. Taking Mrs. Pike to tea shops, clubs, restaurants, etc Hire of electrfo Victoria ISO Two pairs cream colored gaiters ruined f Injuries received while Mrs. Pike was driving: car - 0 "And besides," reminded Tilly, "we get our commission from the dealer on Mrs. Pike's car and also on the motor gar ments purchased." (Copyright, 1907. by W. G. Chapman.) that he was quite brown, almost mahog any. These big, red-faced desperate and drunken men always crowded me out of the narrow trail into the snow; taking care that the Prince was not in sight. Once a giant man with a monstrous red face, and they were all men of enormous size and strength, shouted. "Oh, I say sissy!" and caught me by my long, yel- low hair. He held me out over a yarning, precipice on the lower side of the trail, laughing like a fiend, as did his com panions. ' This is only a sample; but enough. (To be continued.) (Copyright, 1907. by Joseph B. Bowles.) A Woiniin'i Game. Exchange. Patience? Yes, that's a woman's game; The dull delight of solitude. Where rank on rank she strives to frame And speech or laughter ne'er intrude. Night after night beside the fire, When eveningr's lonely lamp is lit. Oppressed with thoughts that vex and tlra Among the cards her fingers flit. The woman's game! On some poor king The sequence of her play is built, The queen comesfter. hapless tiling! And next the knave with grinning guilt Then all her treasures, one by one. Are thrown away to swell the pile. The last and least, when that Is done. Begin again; the night beguile. A woman's gam to sit and wait; Build and rebuild, though fate destroy. Shuffle the cards; for soon or late There comes an end to grief and joy. She sits there when the day is dead, Lonely and listless. Do you dare Deny, when all is done- and said. That woman's game is solitaire? "Hence Loathed Melancholy!" Horace Seymour Keller. Would, you paint a picture grand. Make it full of Jollity. Make It thrill with fancy free, Youth and gay frivolity. Let no tears creep into the strain Life Is too short for weeping. Time that was will never again Come with the same glad leaping. Would you paint a picture grad For my walls' adorning? Paint It full of flowers and Sunshine of the morning. Vet no clouds of somber hu Come with darklingr shadows To steal away the Summer blue Above my gladsome meadows. Would you write a book to All My heart with life's treasures? Write it full of throb and thrill Of love, of youth, of pleasures. Iet no tears creep Into the strain Of pages you are doing. Life is a book once passed. aain 'Twill bear no reviewing. In tho Firelight. Eugene Field. The fire upon the hearth Is low And there la stillness everywhere; Like troubled splrlti. here and there The flrellg-ht shadows fluttering g-o And as the shadows round me creep, A childish treble breaks the gloom, And softly from a further room Comes: "Now I lay me down to sleep. And, somehow, with that little prayer And that sweet treble In my ears My thought goes back to distant year And lingers with a dear one there; And an I hear the child's amen. My mother's faith comes back to me; Crouched at her side, I seem to be. And mother holda my hands again... Oh! for an hour in that dear place! Oh! for the peace of that dear tlraal Oh! for that childish trust Hublim: Oh! for a glimpse of mother's face! Yet. as the shadows round me creep, I do not seem to be alone Sweet,, magic of that .rble tone And "Xow 1 lay me down to Bleep! I