Show the old settler my dear san Jua ners when at last I 1 descended mon key like over that lowest ledge which from the top of the mountain had seemed so far away I 1 indulged an exultant thought that here after all my long long tramp I 1 had reached my dream of solitude the plaintive cry of a solitary cedar bird winging his way from nowhere assured me that this was indeed the perfection of remoteness remote I 1 had always wanted d to come to this particular place 1 for I 1 felt that here was the most 1 faraway far away corner of faraway far away san I 1 juan I 1 felt that it had been beckoning 1 1 to me for years now in its I 1 sacred hush I 1 would hear the voice to soothe my tempestuous feelings there are times when solitude offers the only prociso of relief in this distracted world and now i 1 I had faked an excuse for going had dodged every human being that I 1 would have met by follow VOICE OF THE intangible a word story of san san C juans wilderness in cowboy days by albert I 1 R lyman illustrated by paul clowes cloth bound copy anywhere in the united states for send orders to albert R lyman blanding utah ing the trail and had walked miles mi I 1 e s and miles and miles with my treasured volume and my big ig sheaf of notes in a brief case I 1 must not omit to mention that I 1 had too my burden of riotous emotions for which I 1 was hunting a dumping ground far away from the haunts of men but now with huge satisfaction at th tle e foot of this last ledge I 1 began looking for a seat in the shade where I 1 could begin to forget the mad world behind me and become a harmonious part of the abundant peace all around and then of all things right there in the sand before me was a continued on fage age eight i the old settler continued irom rage nage 1 fresh track the track of the very animal I 1 wanted most of all not to meet if it had been the track 0 of f a cougar or a bear I 1 have been surprised nor alarmed but it was the track of a man lie ile might m i g h t have passed there but a minute before some big thing in my mind deflated like a balloon when it is punctured no man had any right in that pla plase place ce that is no man but me with my unprecedented problems and I 1 bent over the track muttering incoherent words to the defiled solitude when I 1 looked up from the track there stood the man he was scowling at me in disapproving astonishment and for pats sake of all the men in the world that I 1 might have guessed he knew that I 1 recognized him and I 1 knew I 1 was about the last man he expected or wanted to meet I 1 began to think we had both lost our speech and then with just emotion and no nd thought behind it I 1 blurted out well who the samuel H jefferson knew you were here 1 I had hoped nobody knew it he growled yourself not excepted continued in next issue ALBERT R LYMAN |