lifes motto i say old man at the end of the race would you mind stoppin a minute or two anv lookin a feller square in the face an answering a question straight an trrae you've climbed an climbed til you've reached the top an soon you'll cross to the other side an that's the reason i want you to stay an give me some truth i may use as my guide if you tell me the thing i want most to know what course in life is the best to pay what's best to do for both high and low what's the easiest for one to win out in this race of life we're all runnin in for the man that has brains and the man that's without the old man looked down on the shaggy youth standing there at the foot of life's hill then he lifted his eyes to the source of all truth and sought from this fountain the boy's soul to fill when he spoke there were tears in his eyes of blue and his white head was bowed on a throbbing breast there's no easy way for them or for you only in christ will you find trae rest but there's one truth i value above them all it has been my light and twill guide you through twill help when success comes twill help when you fall tis this to thine innermost self be true slowly and sadly the boy turned away but the look in his eye was not one of despair his heart was aflame with a light that would stay soul was awake as he breathed his first prayer we cannot tell what effect the little things we do every day will have upon those with wnom we come in contact this truth was impressed very forcibly upon my mind many years ago when i heard one of the old men of our town relate the following incident in the summer of fifty seven while making one of my trips between salt lake city and carson city nevada i happened to meet an old indian and his four grown sons at a place called resting springs in the great american desert they had evidently come to the springs for a supply of water as near by stood their horses loaded with two five gallon barrels each the old indian and his boys seemed inclined to be friends with us and so we treated them as kind as we could during the short stay of the indians for they soon left after we got there i gave the old indian a plug of tobacco for which he seemed to be very grateful about three months later i had to make this trip again but some way unaccountable to me i got off the road or rather the trail which is indicated on the government map as the best and safest route to california i wandered about for three whole days just after sundown on the third day i rounded the point of a mountain along which i had been traveling since morning1 right there beside a little spring i happened to meet the same old indian and his four grown sons whom i had met on my former trip when the indian saw me he ran up to me and asked as well as he could how in the world i had ever reached that spot for he said that his whole tribe had lately gone on the war path and a strict look out was kept for any white men who might pass i then told him that i was lost and had been for the past three days as i noticed that these five indians were alone in their sequestered dwelling i asked where the other members of the tribe were i was told that they were about 10 miles south of there in a very narrow gorge called cedar canyon