The philosophy of Jake Haiden (late Jacob K. Huff) : $b selected from the columns of the Reading Times, Reading, Pennsylvania : with a biographical appreciation by his friend Henry W. ShoemakerHuff, Jacob K.
Philosophy
The philosophy of Jake Haiden (late Jacob K. Huff) : $b selected from the columns of the Reading Times, Reading, Pennsylvania : with a biographical appreciation by his friend Henry W. Shoemaker
Huff, Jacob K.
American essays; Huff, Jacob K., 1851-1910
The unsatisfied hunger we experience during this life, creates a longing
in every human heart for another trial at living after this life has been
lived to the end. Once out on a desert, some travelers were perishing
from thirst. The man came to a small oasis amidst a few gnarled and
twisted trees. The sight of the trees was evidence that water was near,
so he hurried his steps and came near to the desired spot. He found water
there, but it was stagnated and foul, wild animals had been drinking and
wading and wallowing in the pool until it looked sickening and disgusting
to the traveler.
The hopes that filled his heart as he approached the promising oasis
began to ooze out through his fingers, and a sickly sensation filled his
soul. Yet this was all the available water to be had. His wife joined him
a few minutes later, bringing two children. They remained over night at
the pool, finding that the foul water had revived them in spite of the
filth. They did not know which way to go to find the inhabited country,
so they erected an improvised tent and thought to live there until some
traveling caravan came that way, when they would follow it back to the
green earth.
They could secure flesh to eat from the fowls that came to the trees
and the young of wild animals brought there to get a drink of water.
And so days passed into weeks and months and years, and the longing to
be rescued became as a dead hope. None were satisfied with the befouled
water, nor the narrow life, but the wife and children were afraid to
again brave the desert and go in search of inhabited land. One night the
husband and father became so sick and disgusted with the water that he
arose and stole away by the light of the moon determined to find a better
place of existence or become lost and perish out on the burning sands.
Next morning there was deep sorrow at the pool. The mother and children
mourned him as one dead. They tried to follow him, but his tracks were
soon lost in the shifting sands, so they returned to the pool and the
friendly trees, resolved to wait until some one came to take them away.
This is a good illustration of man’s life on earth. He is never satisfied
nor contented. The shallow pool of stagnated water never satisfies his
longings for a deeper and broader life. And finally he goes away into the
night of darkness, and the winds of mystery blow the sands of oblivion
over his tracks, and no one knows whither he went. And the living sit at
the pool and look out over the desert of life and wonder, and wonder,
and grow more and more dissatisfied and say to themselves: “This life is
so unsatisfactory and barren of real pleasure—there must be sweeter and
purer water away over yonder.”
A PALACE WITHOUT LOVE
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