There are lands beyond the ocean which are gray beneath their years where a hundred generations learned to sow and reap and spin; where the sons of Shem and Japhet wet the furrow with their tears-and the noontide is departed and the night is closing in. Long ago the shadows lengthened in the lands across the sea and the dusk is now enshrouding regions nearer home alas! There are long deserted homesteads in this country of the free-but it s morning here in Kansas and the dew is on the grass.