could make a better success of it on a second trip; such people are
scarcely logical--however sincere they may be in a wish of this kind. They
seem to forget that by the unfailing law of cause and effect, were they to
go back on the trail to the point from which they started and try it over
again, under the same circumstances they would land about where they are
now. The same causes would produce the same effect.

I confess that I have no inexpressible yearnings to try my life over
again, even if it were possible to do so. I have followed the trail of my
life for something over fifty years. It has led me into varied and
strange experiences.

The last twenty-six years, by a train of circumstances I was not able to
control, brought me to the present place and hour. Perhaps it may be
proper for me to say, with St. Peter, on the mount of transfiguration, it
is good to be here.

The man who chooses the career of outlawry is either a natural fool or an
innocent madman. The term outlaw has a varied meaning. A man may be an
outlaw, and yet a patriot. There is the outlaw with a heart of velvet and
a hand of steel; there is the outlaw who never molested the sacred
sanctity of any man's home; there is the outlaw who never dethroned a
woman's honor, or assailed her heritage; and there is the outlaw who has
never robbed the honest poor. Have you heard of the outlaw who, in the
far-off Western land, where the sun dips to the horizon in infinite
beauty, was the adopted son of the Kootenai Indians? It was one of the
saddest scenes in all the annals of human tragedy. It was during one of
those fierce conflicts which characterized earlier frontier days.

The white outlaw had influenced the red man to send a message of peace to
the whites, and for this important mission the little son of the Kootenai
chief was selected. The young fawn mounted his horse, but before the
passport of peace was delivered the brave little courier was shot to
pieces by a cavalcade of armed men who slew him before questioning his
mission. The little boy was being stripped of the adornments peculiar to
Indians when the outlaw rode upon the scene.

"Take your hands off him, or by the God, I'll cut them off," he shouted.
"You have killed a lone child--the messenger of peace--peace which I risked
my life to secure for the white men who outlawed me."

Taking the dead body tenderly in his arms, he rode back to face the fury
of a wronged people. He u