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North [ Coll MARS HILL, N. C„ SATURDAY. APRIL 23. 1955 a igh foreglow and first-light, ^ night collapsed like a t Cy t j3.rniCnt intn 1-Vip> claf#=*-crrpv Loeking Toward The Hawn garment into the slate-grey ^7 on a steep coast’s time- ^ jntlements. In haunted, love- we coulr ’ - - ■ 7 .. those first rays melted bleached mist, trans- is ees> tattrred and shredded going ^ shimmering crystal- discusSL 8°wn ing to empty and as cold act sc^ which swirled damp were solitary form. The ocean to the and its cold breath h m me all feeling and L the thundering of ^ y no ives could be heard as they themselves against the shore’s t;rumbling walls. In broken I t:ry of an unseen gull ow d my ears, almost swallowed - surfs cannonade, like the find a (rate creak of oarlocks ■helming gale. in an I wind-bent trees began to aste eir eery silhouettes along the -j aiuiig tiiv ^g slopes of a small inlet just ys w my vantage point. The black O X A.XW ^tirned to deep purple, and It. ite aluminum flux adorned . —^xmuum tiux adornea ge crests. All tumbled through laugWe, spilling their beauty into nadows of the sheltered beach, te startling events of the past nd a began to form a pattern in ; while I gazed at the d to !'*^^tig sea. The A1 Bolt logging ^ was another world, cruel, 1 to a young man ^r—aic^ ^ out of a cloth- '-’UL ui to seek his fortune among ^ ®ts, sawyers, green-chainers, in ^cerc green-cname in t/i . ’ pond-monkeys. As „ j.p ^ pl^y at war and death, many of the stanzas of their lir^ from radio serials, •en ^be enchanted ^®^on into my insular life. agn?ie ^ therefore, t aBfertile and^°d^^ foresight of ^ XT adventurous imaeina- ' ties .r about me: stal' years past living on be- , Jim Otis cause of their horror and livid real ity. Those loggers’-tales were vali dated too frequently by fresh blood lettings. And the day previous, a near miss of my own had added to me an understanding new and ap palling. I had tasted of the apple, though only a taste, and, finally, my eyes were opened wide to my nak edness before such forces. How could I face the heavy chains, lash ing like coach whips when a link snapped, or the tumbling, thirty- foot logs that if prematurely re leased, gave no other warning of their crushing descent from the towering log-deck than a few blood- jelling thuds before they pounced upon one’s back? Then, as I looked toward the east, where dark precipitous ranges of snow-capped clouds rose out of the golden maze of terrestrial foot-hills, I sent forth a prayer on the wings of the morning. And as I stood on the brink of that wild tormented coast, entreating the Lord who had, at the first dawn of creation, placed this new day in the womb of the earth, I came to realize more clear ly the relation between this brief pilgrimage and life everlasting. I could see how, when the time of transition comes, memories of un numbered adventures in faith and those companions with whom they were shared, along this trarnpled maze of footpaths, would bring a suspended sadness to one s heart. This was the only life I had ever known, the only world. As a crea ture conceived and reared in a self ish place of continual beginnings and endings, it would be difficult, at first, to look down that splendored corridor of timeless love. Yet this I knew, for me the door of death would swing on easy hinges; there would be no "Inner Sanctum” noises grating in my soul. Today, far removed from that thundering land where the wmd ceaselessly torments the scudding sea and prunes grey limbs from the needled green hair of towering red wood giants, this one thought pre eminent remains. I shall look into the black abyss of Night and, with one quick sigh, step off the steep precipice of that Great Divide in one last triumphant act of faith. A stride across the brink and I shall see that the bottomless chasm was only a thick shadow of fear cast by the cloud of my unknowing. Stand ing on a vast luminous plain, I shall, overwhelmed with joy, em brace the Friend who has long wait ed there for me; and together, now for aye, we shall go to join the en raptured hosts, in the glowing dawn of a new, unending day. AbslracUon The whole is its parts— The universe, man, and the indi vidual. And if these things be so, then Within the whole is development. As we think, so develops the whole. Therefore the universe is thought. The cause of all things is the will of the thinker. And as we think, so is it what we know. Similar then is the universe to my own ideas. The combination of the ideas of the motley generation Are the causes of the Universe; Therefore of what things shall we think? Jimmy Hunter HILLTOP—PAGE ELEVEN il xes orld I r-Senic le Sen m will . planr ximate ilty, ai S P, Swi dll’s ] : in ( atic gi Carol tival oke’s acker rd as ay ei e aw ary p indi\ ly hi| of it! andlii “Tb ras al ratin a raw Sudei d by best imme le CO ted c prod the; ime.’ izabe Drai sider Assoi fast turd: th w^e the ditor 18 grarr 'he : le n inue Hi r rma hd «
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