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pageFIVEOration by W. H. Knickerbockerthe summer and sent forth chill breezes in the winter, their contour woven into weird shapes by time and the elements, their sides stained by the exudation of minerals. From these hills by day and by night came the reverberating roar of the powder blasts of the miners and prospectors, echoing from canyon wall to canyon wall and mingling with the myriad sounds of the town. Over all spread the glamor of gold!Into this raw desert camp came two men, both born in the sunny south, whose lives for a brief space of time were closely linked; one who reached "the end of the trail" amidst these harsh surroundings—the other, leaving the ministry to seek the flesh-pots, who was to perform the last sad rites with which we bid our loved ones Good-bye.Because these were the kind of men they were, because of the environment and the varied type of men and women who gathered at the bier, because of the eloquence of this young, unfrocked minister into whose life much bitterness had crept, the farewell words he uttered composed the most eloquent oration ever heard in a western town, and the world is fortunate that it has been preserved.No two men were farther removed in the lives they lived than Riley Grannan, race track plunger, gambler and member of the underworld, and W. H. Knickerbocker, Southern aristocrat and minister of the gospel. A quarter of a century ago Grannan, born in the blue-




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