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team surrounded with boulders forming the terminal moraine of an ancient glacier. Looking to the south and west and north, the snow capped summits of the continental divide towered one mile and a quarter above us, behind us Eagle Cliff formed an almost perpendicular wall five hundred feet high, before us were the mooring rapids of the Big Thompson, and within us an indescribable feeling arising from our indefinite knowledge of what surrounded us.
"Now is the winter of our discontent," blandly remarked one of the irresistibles as he contemplated the work to be done in pitching tents, unloading provisions, unpacking baggage; but we managed to get everything temporarily arranged by 10 P. M., when we turned in. About 10,30, when we boys had just fallen into an uneasy sleep, we were suddenly aroused by Prof. Canfield, who came running to our tent all excitement, saying: "Boys, there are two deer at the provisions." Quicker than I can say it we were outside peppering away with our shot gun, one single-shot 44 rifle, one Winchester and a 22 pistol. Bang, went the 44; bang, went the Winchester; pop, went the pistol; bang, went the Winchester again, and 00—00—00—ouw! howled the deer, and away it went down the stream, with all the boys and profs, following it in their bare feet, through cactus and stones; but after looking for it in vain we returned, hoping to be able to find it in the morning. The night was then divided into four watches, for we really expected another deer or two and possibly a bear to come prowling around.
Morning came, and no deer turned up, but it was with feelings of pride that we thought of our night's work. This A. M. the two Jayhawkers went to Sprague's ranche, one mile above camp, to get hay for bedding, and of course, modestly mentioned the fact that they had killed a deer in camp that night. "I guess your deer was a greyhound," said an old hunter who heard the remark. We were convinced, as this explained that particular "oo-oo-oo-ouw!" That evening around camp fire this news was broken to the party. Everybody was very much surprised and inclined to be ineredulous, especially Prof. Canfield, who protested and said that he guessed he knew a deer when he heard it and saw it.
But I must not close without mentioning our watch of the first night. It was full moon and the atmosphere was perfectly clear, while stars shone out with greater brilliancy than they do in Kunsas, even in the absence of the moon. The loveliness of the watch, the appearance of the mountains outlined against the almost black sky, the memory of the incidents of the day and the general circumstances of the situation, provoked a reverie which lead to a state of mind something like faust when he beholds the sign of the Macrocosmos:
"What wondrous show! but ah! a show alone!"
REMINISCENCES.
[For the Courier.]
Where shall I grasp thee, infinite nature,
where?
Ye beasts, ye fountains of all life, whereon
hang heaven and earth, from which the
withered heart
For solace yearns; ye still impart
Your sweet and fostering tides—where are
ye, where?
Ye gush, and I must languish in despair.
JAYHAWKER.
How many fellows now in the University can give the first names of a dozen students? Not one, I'll wager! In the college democracy it's "Jones" and "Smith" and "Brown," unhempered by titles of respect, or honor, or reverence. Of all those I knew in college—and I pride myself on knowing as many of Oread's jovial sons and peerless daughters as the next fellow—I never could have given the first name of a single score of students. How rudely our ears were shocked on commencement day to hear the chancellor call out "James Gabriel Smith," or "Belle Meta Love;" and how we peered around to discover the individuals yelept such godly and ungody names! So the few readers who may have the endurance to wade through these tiresome reminiscences, will understand I mean no disrespect when I speak of the old boys in the only way we ever knew them—by their last names.
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BEARDSLEY! What sadness comes o'er my thoughts as I recall the sturdy youths who had to struggle like heroes to secure food for their mouths and clothes for their backs while getting their education. Beardsley was one of these boys—honor be unto him! A fellow of sympathetic heart, of companionable impulses. Well do I remember how myself and four or five other green-horns, all bound for the University, stood on the old Santa Fe depot platform one early September day, bewildered in mind and limb. It was while in this last and pitiful condition that an unctious, self-possessed young chap approached and asked if we were new students, and were seeking good accommodations. It was no missionary from the Young Men's Christian Association, such as greet the incoming fledgings in these haleyon days. Even a blind man would not have mistaken Beardsley for a Y. M. C. A. young man. But Beardsley was, as I before stated, one of those boys who would go down on Prof. Carruth's honor-roll of boys earning their way through K. S. U. Yes, Beardsley earned his way. But he didn't milk cows. He didn't sweep the University. He didn't light street lamps. He didn't set type. He didn't chop wood or build tires or curry horses, or do any of the dozen and one things as other boys used as a means of subsistence. To tell the sacred gospel truth, Beardsley lived by his wits! But to return to the thread of my story:
Beardsley was amazingly courteous, kind and obliging to we poor greenies. In our guileless hearts we voted him a true samaritan. He volunteered to pilot us to a place "where all the high-toned, first class students boarded," which proved to be the Lawrence House. I observed that he entered into a preliminary secret confab with the clerk. In after years I learned the truth. Beardsley faked one week's board out of the hotel on the strength of having delivered his fresh goods just from the provinces. He was earning his education.
Beardsley was a lover of amusements and a connoisseur of the drama. He never missed an opera, though he preferred the light to the legitimate. However, the expense attending the gratification of these luxurious tastes was as low as should become an aspiring but indigent youth battling for higher educational facilities. Beardsley had done duty as a deputy marshal at Bismarck fair, on which occasion he had been presented with a daming red badge "POLICE." It was Beardsley's habit—fitting a lowly boy fighting for an education—to keep this badge hidden under a tightly buttoned coat. On approaching the manager or ticket collector at the opera house door Beardsley would throw wide the portals of his coat, displaying the sessamistic word "POLICE;;" but the minute he received the nod and passed the threshold, the coat would close on the red talisman. Being a poor youth himself, Beardsley had great consideration for those on the stage. Especially did he sympathize with the illy paid ladies of the chorus, and remembering his own hard struggle to provide himself with clothing, he never took offense at the paucity of theirs.
In spite of his poverty, Beardsley was never ashamed to own his circumstances or his position. On a number of occasions when I asked him for various sums of money I had loaned him, he frankly admitted that he was in needy circumstances and could not return my funds.
Unlike most boys who have had to endure the hardships attending the earning of an education, Beardsley was extremely sociable. On the evening preceding his final departure from Lawrence, he came over to bid my roommate and myself good-bye. In the unselfishness of his heart, he offered to sleep with us. He slept, while we tossed. Next morning, graciously overlooking our ill manners in not having invited him, he took breakfast with us.
For a boy who had to toil hard and undergo bitter experiences that he might satisfy his thirst for knowledge, Beardsley had a wonderfully generous and sympathetic nature When on one occasion a certain popular belle of the University, then boarding at Mrs. Prof. Bardwell's, had her washing stolen from the line by some miscreant, Beardsley was the first to write a note offering her the use of his own wardrobe until the needle and the thread could replace the missing fabrics.
The pranks and the jokes and the hoaxes perpetrated in K. S. U. in bygone days have become matters of legend. The suspending of the skeleton from the chapel ceiling, sending the chancellor to Atchison to attend the funeral of a live regent, burning Steinberg's sign, elevating Dr. Marvin's buggy to the dome, turning the University into a dancing academy—what chap has lived a fortnight in Oread's halls and hasn't heard of all these? Among all the devilment which has developed itself in this coeducational school of ours, however, it would take some pretty queer figuring to prove Dr. Lippincott's pet theory that the girls were the coequals of the boys in all respects.
The city library, under the First National bank, has a very pleasant reading room, and its great variety of literature should make it a frequent resort for students. Books can be freely read in the library, or a three months ticket may be purchased for 50c, allowing the books to be taken home for two weeks.
SMITH.
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