“Many were the last resting-places of toilers of the wheat there on those hills. And surely in the long frontier days, and in the ages before, men innumerable had gone back to the earth from which they had sprung. The dwelling-places of men were beautiful; it was only life that was sad. In this poignant, revealing hour, cannot resist human longings and regrets. Though one gains incalculable strength from these this grave, on the windy slope. It was not for any man to understand to the uttermost the meaning of life.” Zane Grey, The Desert Of Wheat/YT