Twilight Ted's Wilderness Libary
By Thomas Hardy
I heard a small sad sound,
And stood awhile among the tombs around:
“Wherefore, old friends,” said I, “are you distrest,
Now, screened from life’s unrest?”
—”O not at being here;
But that our future second death is near;
When, with the living, memory of us numbs,
And blank oblivion comes!
“These, our sped ancestry,
Lie here embraced by deeper death than we;
Nor shape nor thought of theirs can you descry
With keenest backward eye.
“They count as quite forgot;
They are as men who have existed not;
Theirs is a loss past loss of fitful breath;
It is the second death.
“We here, as yet, each day
Are blest with dear recall; as yet, can say
We hold in some soul loved continuance
Of shape and voice and glance.
“But what has been will be —
First memory, then oblivion’s swallowing sea’
Like men foregone, shall we merge into those
Whose story no one knows.
“For which of us could hope
To show in life that world-awakening scope
Granted the few whose memory none lets die,
But all men magnify?
“We were but Fortune’s sport;
Things true, things lovely, things of good report
We neither shunned nor sought … We see our bourne,
And seeing it we mourn.”
Who was James Theodore Richmond? What was the Wilderness Library? What happened to Ted after his disappearance in the mid-1950’s? You’ll find the answers here and in the “Down Twilight Trail” online book.
NOTE: To this day, many people in Newton County, Arkansas have heard the story of Ted’s disappearance from the area. This story, has carried on for many years, however recently I have learned that Ted went on to live a very fulfilling life after he left his wilderness home.
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Dennis L. Raney