264 THE BUSINESS OF FAEMING 



memories are revived. So the thought of the 

 loved ones gone before hecame uppermost in the 

 minds of the living and they thought it would be 

 fitting to wander back to the old country grave- 

 yard where the brother and sister slept, and have 

 their remains moved to the beautiful city cemetery 

 where our parents were laid to rest. 



But what was the author's sorrow to be brought 

 face to face with the awful truth that in this 

 neglected country graveyard we could not even 

 find the depression of the narrow short mounds un- 

 der which had lain for so many years the sleep- 

 ing bodies of those who helped make up the family 

 circle of our youth, that period the best of our 

 lives. 



Not many miles from the author's home is a 

 farm that was rescued from the wilderness by a 

 pioneer who raised a large family. He and his 

 wife, several of his children and a few other rela- 

 tives, were laid to rest in a lonely spot upon the 

 farm. In the course of years the farm passed into 

 the hands of strangers. In passing this farm not 

 long since the author saw the tombstones of the 

 little family cemetery piled around the last remain- 

 ing tree of the forests of pioneer days upon the 

 farm, and the mounds covering the sleeping bodies 

 of the pioneers had been leveled and turned into 

 a part of the adjoining field, and was being cul- 

 tivated. What sacrilege! What a thoughtless- 

 ness of the living for the dead ! It is no wonder 

 that a farm community, dotted with ill kept, un- 

 interesting homes, dilapidated, neglected grave- 

 yards, are deserted by the young girls and boys. 



If we have no respect for, or remembrance of 



