Why Should I Sing?

760 IMPROVEMENT ERA

poring over their books, "digging" after stores of knowledge. I realized that the Lord made no mistake when he placed out of easy, immediate reach all things, whether of material or intellectual or spiritual value but ordained that these things must ;

be searched for, must be persistently and diligently and intelligently dug for, and sometimes fought for; and I realized also that in the end the non-material "values" obtained came as much from the process of digging or fighting as from what might be found in the end. A mile up on the hillside above Eureka is Knightsville, where I found Bishop Fuller. He was the superintendent of the Knight properties there. "I want to visit the Beck Tunnel mine," I explained, "to see if, perchance, I might find that thousand dollars I dropped

in it!" This little pleasantry of mine seemed to meet a "fellow feeling" with a good many people; but they all shook their heads and smiled skeptically. However, the good bishop rigged me up in old clothes, and down the Beck Tunnel we went. The cage landed us at various and sundry levels, and we wended our way through dark and devious passages under the mountain. Occasionally we came upon a miner digging out under a lease contract the small bodies of ore left when the big operations of the company were in full blast years ago. I learned that many of the old properties are now profitably worked in this way, which, of course, shows how much more diligent a man will be when he is his own boss. After spending an hour or so under ground, we came to the surface through the Colorado shaft, and looked gratefully at the low range of mountains at our feet, the Goshen valley and Utah lake in the middle distance. "On a clear day," said the man in charge, "we can see the "Y" on the hills above Provo." "Well," I commented, as I drew in the odorous air and looked out on the prospect, "I wouldn't mind being a miner if I could work up here on the surface all the time." Coming back to Knightsville and donning our every-day clothes, Bishop Fuller's automobile took me around to Mammoth and set me down under Bishop Steedman's shade trees. Later, I went around the hill to Silver City, which is quite a town —by night. Electric lights gleam profusely from the houses, and especially from Bishop Birch's unique residence. It is one of the most spacious yet cozy and comfortable of homes. (Bishop Birch has recently been made President of the new Tintic stake of Zion.)