The death of Hiram Scott on the mountains "i- bluff, bad at last given it a name, and "Scott's Bluff" smm became known as a landmark by practically every trapper in the wildand H brought about a change in the habits (if the fraternity in journeys up and down the valley.

If there is one sentimenl in which the whole human race is in accord, that sentiment is the desire to \ isil a graveyard.

There is an indescribable thrill that stirs ' Of a soldier win. takes off his hat at the grave of a comrade who has sh; him the perils of war.

'I lure is an emotion that moves the slatesman when he stands uncovered Inf., re the

mausoleum of another who has shared with him the inspirations of nation building.

We, of the humbler walks of life, have ours, beside the little mound where rests a brother of toil with whom we have labored shoulder to shoulder. The Indian passes the burial tree as often as he conveniently can. So, with old trappers. Could they conveniently pass the grave of a comrade who had shared the joys and tribulations of the wilderness, they would have taken some additional hazard for the privilege.

What old cowman of this country has not yisited "Boot's Graveyard," at Sidney, where sleep many of the comrades of the days of Creighton, Snodgrass, Coad, Sheedy and Robinson-- cowboys who died with their boots on, and were buried booted and spurred ready for the long ride to the "Home Ranch?"