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Show THE MOUNTAIN' PIONEER He sat on the steps of the courthouse, court-house, a faraway look in his eye. And he smiled at the new generation smiled as they hurried by. He sat perhaps for an hour as the smile crept across his face, Musing on life as he found it. and the changes taking place. i 'Twas only a brief fifty years since his iron-gray hair was coal black. And the muscles had played like ripples rip-ples across his broad shouldered back. Yet even in that brief span, that hur' ried flight of a few off years. He had passed from the doing of youth to age with its sorrows and fears. Still those same fifty years had been full ones years when he played his part, When the Weut was untaimed with a fearoe pride and joy in its heart. And he, likethousands of others who had ferried across the plains. Came on like hosts of crusalders with hopes and ambitions and aims. The West had been hard to woo It had struggled to keep its proud place. A kingdom of Redmen and bison, the last of a mighty race. Yet "day by day the rough was smoothed smoo-thed out the law and the court held sway, |