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3 GEO. HANSEN LANDSCAPE ARCHITECT 2706 HEARST AVENUE, BERKELEY, CAL. ADVISORY ARCHITECT TO PARK COMMISSIONS, MUNICIPALITIES
AND CEMETERY ASSOCIATIONS The Bell of Hope from off the neck of a sturdy billy-goat feeding on the matten, below Mont Blanc,
and the Bell of Love from off her who gave us the first bucket of milk when we set up housekeeping, these two were hoisted
in the belfry of ours. It was the Bell of Faith that was lacking, and was yet ringing on the thyme-scened pasture of the
little hamlet where I was farmed out as little boy when things at home didnt go just right. Bell of Faith, SO indeed it was.
Did not the little boy look-in faith at everything he then beheld? And did not those cows walk by faith? Kind hands opened
the gat for them, and as they singly turned down the lanes, they met their shepard at the end of the hamlet. What of it if
the road was dusty, the sun hot, and but cockleburns along the way? Faith told them that their shepard lead them to green
pastures besides still waters, and as the eye lost sight of them, the ear caught the music of a heavenly chorus in God's own
cathedral. 34 years have passed, and my ear needed attuning to this chorus. I wrote to the postmaster of the hamlet, and
he was happy to acquire the Bell of Faith and start it across lands and oceans to our belfry out here. But he also published
the letter of the writer in their county paper to tell the mountaineers of the warmth with which a far-away man thought of
childhood days and their hills. And it so happened that the innkeeper read the letter and besought himself of a bell that
had been a keepsake in their herd for all of one hundred years and none. This is one of the bells of faith that yonder boy
listened to, he said to himself, and he took if off his petcow and 03207