The Old Rock
It was one of those nights when men
dare not leave the fireside, and even spirits fear to roam
abroad. A raging tempest piled the snow in high drifts, and
no light could dispel the impenetrable gloom. At the darkest
and stormiest hour, the Chief of Goblins flew from his haunt
in the Tower and alighted upon the Old Rock. Tapping it
gently with his wand the sprite said.
"Pernitascot is here. He never forgets his
promise to come at a certain time in each year to hear your
complaint. Far more constant is he than spring or
woman."
Then the Rock answered him saying: "I have
no grievance, good King, but it is pleasing to speak with
you after a year of silence. and I shall tell you the story
of my life. In the beginning I was a mass of molten elements
hidden far deep in the body of Mother Earth. Great
convulsions shook the universe, mountains were reared above
the plain deep valleys carved in the level surface. and
through a crater of the Northland I was hurled into this
existence. This was long before the time of man--centuries
scarcely are to me what seconds are to him. I was much
larger then, but ice, wind, frost, and sands have filed away
my form till this is all that is left of me.
Arctic winds congealed me and I was
permitted to rest in quiet for many ages. Then the great ice
floe of the north bore down upon this continent and confined
me within its cold, cramped prison. Slowly, but ever onward
it moved. Century after century passed, and it seemed the
whole cycle of time would be complete before I could be
released. Finally, the warm wind swept up front the south,
and attacking the ice, compelled it to retreat. At last I
was at the skirmish line, and the mighty conquerer released
me from the bondage I had endured so long. There he left me,
at a dreary place which men afterward called Hartington. It
was there that these queer markings were put upon my face.
There is upon me still the trace of a foot planted there
ages and ages ago. It was at Hartington I knew the Mound
Builder and the Indian. There I saw the former pass away and
the latter driven from my sight. For many years I mourned
their departure when you, good King, found me, and your kind
ear listened to
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my complaint against such a stolid existence. Then you
invaded the class of 1892 and prevailed. Then I was brought
here, though Iowa tried several times to buy me. Professor
Barbour has often apologized to me for his efforts in behalf
of the Hawkeyes.
"I love war, and the contending classes of
the University have all fought over me.
The challenger stepped upon me to defy his
enemies, and many a human skull has been found softer than
my granite frame. I have been spattered with the best blood
of generations, but the days of peace have come. Now I must
content myself with watching the more sickening sights of
bench work. The mighty contests of strength have given way
to the quibbles of infatuation (by men called love). From my
place I can see the by-products of Engberg's machine take a
last leave of the Campus. Man has an easy lot but can not
understand himself, let alone his surroundings.
"I shall be here when these buildings have
weathered away. I, too, am gradually disappearing, but we
shall meet many times in the years to come. Let me not
detain you longer, good King, lest the chilly blast give you
a cold. Good-bye."
Without a word Pernitascot tapped the Rock
with his wand again and straightway flew back to the
Tower.
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