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Edward Everett Hale, Congregationalistdivine and author, was born in Bostonin 1822. He was graduated at Harvardin 1839 and became a Unitarianpreacher in 1846 at Worcester. In1850 he removed to Boston, where hismost important life's work was accomplishedas a preacher and writer. Acollected edition of his writings, in tenvolumes, was published in 1901. Hisvaried literary enterprises and undertakingshave been too many to be enumeratedhere. His most famous work is"The Man Without a Country." He isat present chaplain to the United StatesSenate.
In ten weeks' time I have crossed from oneocean to the other; I have crossed backwardand forward over the Allegheny and the RockyMountains and the Sierra Nevada, with thevalleys between them, and the slopes whichrise from the ocean on either side. This meansa journey through twelve of the old thirteenStates and fifteen of the new States and Territories.It means intercourse with people ofthe North and the South, the Gulf and theWest, the Pacific coast and the mountains. Itmeans intercourse with the white race, theblack race, the red race, and the Chinaman.The variety of climate is such that I have welcomedthe shade of palm-trees, and that I havewalked over snow where it had drifted twentyfeet beneath me. I have picked oranges fromthe tree, and camellias from the twig in the[4]open air, and within three hours of good-byto the camellia I was in a driving snow-storm,where the engine drivers were nervous becausethey had no snow plow. In all this varietyI have a thousand times recalled the simplestexpression of the oldest words of the Bible:"God saw everything that he had made, andbehold, it was very good."
God saw the world, and he said: "Yes, thisis what I want for My home and the home ofchildren who love Me. It is a world verygood to them, and they shall subdue it to Mypurposes." To recognize this, to feel the fitnessof the world for man and man's fitnessfor the world, this is the basis of consistentoptimism. Nobody says that the top of the[5]Rocky Mountains is a good place for whales,or that the Ojai Valley is a good place forpolar bears; but a consistent optimism saysthat the world is a good place for man; andit says that man is so closely allied to theGod who is the life of the world that he cantake the world for his own, and make it hishome and his heaven. This consistent optimismis the basis of all sound theology.
All this forces itself on one's thought as hesees how it is that nature has been pursuedand caught and tamed in these mountains andthese valleys. For nature is the nymph sowittily described by Virgil. She
The inference was drawn, hastily, but notunnaturally, that these regions could not sustainmen. On the Atlas given me as a boy,the "Great American Desert" covered thegreater part of the region west of the Mississippi.It is now the home of the millions Ihave been enumerating. And in the last mapI have seen, the Great American Desert appearsas hardly a "speck on the surface of theearth."
The change which I have described has beenwrought in the lifetime of people of myage. It is wrought simply and wholly bythe passion for emigration which belongs[10]to our own race. In Mr. Hoar's happyphrase, people of our blood "thirst for thehorizon."
Now, in the face of that contrast betweenthe last century and this century, one askswhy that half of our continent is any morefit for men than it was then. The answeris, that it was not fit for the kind of men onit then; and that the kind of men that havetamed it are the kind of men who were fit forit, and whom it was fit for.
The study of history and of physical geographybecomes a study of what we mean byman and man's capacities. California, for instance,was the same country in 1650 that itwas in 1850. The south wind blew from the[11]sea, and that, in the north temperate zone, isthe great physical requisite. There was asmuch gold, and quicksilver, and copper, andtin in the mountains as there is now. Therewas the same soil and the same water on thehillsides. But the men, and women, and childrenwere afraid of their gods; they wereafraid of nature; they had neither faith, norhope, nor love. They had none of the elementsof eternal power except as an acorn has thepossibilities of an oak.
They gathered around them, by the highercivilization which they brought, great communitiesof starving Indians. They taughtthem to feed themselves as they had neverbeen fed before. So far they improved therace, and lifted its civilization above that ant-eatingand lizard-chasing of the Digger Indian.But then the Catholic Church, bythe necessary subordination of man to the[12]organized Church, takes man's life out ofhim.
The native races between the Pacific andthe Atlantic were dying faster than their childrenwere born. They were dying of the diseasesnamed laziness, ignorance, and war.They were not subduing the continent. Theywere not fit for it, nor it for them. What isthe distinction of the race to which we belong,that it succeeds where these have failed? Thehistory of the country accentuates that distinction.
It would be absurd to pretend that the averagefrontiersman was a man of what are calledsaintly habits. Often he was not consciousthat he had any divine errand. But the frontiersman,to whose courage and perseveranceis due that forward wave we study, was aman. He did not take his opinion or instructionfrom any priest. There was no one betweenhim and the good God. Often he soughtHim. So far so good. And often he did not[13]seek Him. That one admits. But he neversought any one else's advice or direction. Hewas no slave, as the Indian of California was.He was not commissioned by a superior, asthe Franciscan priest of the mission was. Hewas a man. He was independent and he wasbrave. If he did the right thing, therefore,he succeeded; if he did the wrong thing, why,he failed. And no one else tried just the sameexperiment. In this first trait of absolute independencehe showed the infinite characteristicof a child of God.
Second, and perhaps more important, hetook with him his wife and his children. Hereis the great distinction of American emigration,which contrasts against the plans ofSpaniards or Frenchmen, and of the earlierEnglishmen. Historically it begins with thePilgrims, of whom there were as many Pilgrimmothers as there were Pilgrim fathers.It is of them that Emerson says that "theybuilded better than they knew."
The frontiersman is independent. He liveswith and for his family. And, once more, heis an enthusiast in determining that to-morrowshall be better than to-day. The Indianhad no such notion. The Franciscan had not.But this profane, ignorant pioneer had. Hebelieved implicitly in the country behind himand in the future before him. "I tell you, sir,that in ten years you will see in this valleysuch a city as the world never saw." Profane[14]he may be, ignorant he may be, cruel he maybe; but he believes in the idea; he is quickenedand goaded forward by an infinite and majestichope.
I do not claim for every pioneer that hethought he went as an apostle of God. Butin the emigrant wave from the very beginning,the best blood, the best faith, the besttraining of the parent stocks have gone.Science has sent her best. The determinationfor thorough education has planted betterschool houses in the wilderness than the emigrantleft at home. And on Sunday, in a[15]church, one is proud to say that the organizedChurch of Christ, in the liberty of a thousandcommunions, has covered with her egis thesettler most in advance. He could not keepin advance of the missionary and of his Bible;and, to his credit be it said, he did notwant to.
The Old-World writers are fond of tellingus that we owe the prosperity of this nationto its physical resources. It is not so. Thephysical resources have existed for centuries.It is only in the moral force of sons anddaughters of God; it is such working poweras takes the names of law, courage, independence,and family affection; it is only in thesethat our victory is won. The drunken swaggererof the advance only checks the triumph.The miser, who would carry off his silver touse elsewhere, only hinders the advance. Thevictory comes from the hand of God to thechildren of God, who establish His empire inthe magic spell of three great names. As alwaysthese names are: Faith, which givescourage; Hope, which determines to succeed;and Love, which builds up homes.
It is impossible to see the steps of such avictory without owning the infinite Power behindit all. You cannot use magnetic ore andcoal for its smelting and the silicates for itsfusion, all flung in together side by side, withoutasking if the Power who threw these priceless[18]gifts together where each was needed foreach did not know what He was doing. Butthe buffalo passes over it, and the gophermines under it, and it might be so much gravelof the sea. Savages pass over it, with no future,no heaven, and one would say no God.It is worthless desert still, but one day a mancomes who deserves his name. He is a childof God. He is determined that to-morrowshall be better than to-day. He knows he islord of nature, and he bids her serve him.The coal burns, the iron melts, the silicatefuses. It is impossible to see that miracle andnot feel that for this man the world wascreated, and for this world this man was born.He is in his place. He did not have to seek it;it was made for him. With him it is a garden.Without him it is a desert. He can hew downthese mountains. He can fill up these valleys.And where he has filled, and where he hashewed, lo, the present heaven of happy homes!It is thus that prophecy accomplishes itself,and
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