Smoke of the H-F Bar 



bered. More socially inclined than 

 many of his mates, I think that 

 towards the last he began to know that 

 I at least was not necessarily hostile, 

 for he not only did not resent friendly 

 advances, but in those late August days 

 upon the mountain sides when he and 

 I were often all alone up there between 

 the earth and sky he sometimes came 

 quite close unbidden. And one day at 

 "The Chimneys" we found 



Our Lady of the Silences 



[Lines inspired by a remarkable rock formation seen in 

 the Big Horn Mountains of Wyoming, August, 1917] 



Cast in granite, clad in majesty, 

 Changeless, immutable as the Titan hills 

 On which thy gaze forever eastward rests, 

 Enthroned on high with trackless forests at 



thy feet, 



Dumb witness thou through centuries 

 Of all the miracles that mark 

 The advent of the darkness and the dawn, 

 Steadfast alike through wintry winds and 



fervid suns, 



The secrets of the stars and storms are. thine, 

 And 'round thy riven rock the lightnings play. 



