Show I 1 THE PASSING OF JOHN M MURDOCK uy by lorin hall whore where the beaver range fingers out alit to meet the desert and tile the ce cc dar cohered ridges loom out alit of tile the storm clouds lle lies tile tho cattle ranges and meadow lands that john M murdock loved from boyhood it is a deep bosomed land a land of 0 tat fat cattle and sliced of well amed hay bay sheds ot of diary hords herds and cheese factories and the homes of strong men and tearless fearless women and a well sat isfried folk inhabited land but behind this countenance of happiness and gladness and peace countless hearts are filled with sorrow because tilts this nian man a man who stood for all the qualities of true americanism lias haa passed beyond those massive mountains mounta inq whereon giant trees kiss tile the blue of the sky ilia heaver beaver river coming down from the ilia heights the ced cedar ar covered rolling hills ind and benches the homes along the lanes and by paths over which and along which john at M murdock mill dock wast wont want to ride ills his horse will see him no more for death that mystle mystic unsatisfying soni something ething that forever stalks in the wake of life alto hob chosen tilts this splendid nian man as aa a victim mr air Al murdock a quiet unassuming man mail in fit life loonis looms a 0 giant in death borho for ho loaves leaves behind an example that kings might well try to imitate A little harsh perhaps perlin ps to some yet in lits his breast beat a heart of gold often in the quiet of tile evening lie he told nie ille of the deer slaying tilde hide hunters and ana their squaws squads of the un tamed tallied land that stretched to east and west of the wild beasts of the range and their slaughter of the strong hearts of settlers that battled against great odds that tile the coming generation night might find things less liard hard in III their sojourn with the years of lleo life tinie time and again our comfortable confor table fields and lillis hills have lioen been scorched with the ruin euln of humid suin all mers and wit with the tears of drou droughts 9 tits drenched mothers who have sent their sons soils who have kleh to war and others before untimely graves graces through accident anti and sickness and with every heart pang and tear johp john al murdock always stood ready with wit heart and purse to maintain hii 1119 stand standard ard of human sympathy lie ile told me about old Bea verada an indian chief who was later an outcast in his tribe of curly min jim and their squaws squads it is other braves and a matter of history that the indians often came to tile the home ot of the good bishop where lie he filled their flour sacka with meat ule at ind and bread john at Al murdoch uncle john to many and brother Nl murdock to in our land hundreds eds was a pillar de narrative lie ile I 1 oyed loved adventure and lie knew libei tive conservation herds heida lie he know the tange range and its ile he knew life and its vicissitudes tits his religion and lived it tour square in john 11 murdocks thing the greatest no family ties lito life was his hia regarded them thein with greater man ever solemnity hh whole life was wrapped up tip in ills his wife difo and children for a loving mourn whon whom nie are left to father anther hills and vales the these and so appropriate to the orchard lanes laughter of children or to tile the silence with lovers ring of and reverence at ills his departure th though ough sorrow tile the race of lif alfo 0 whose bane lie ho has through has close closed s still till there gone like a sit silver ver will live ills his memory sky r a beacon in a star hung lung good I 1 men do 10 and reminder that tile goo lives after then them over silence there reigns a solemn all with solemn has to B vago troubled thoughts |