![[At the Hubbard family home in Oakland, California, circa 1920.]](img/pg16_1.jpg)
Here with no plumed hat, no rapier, no cloak. Here with no fair ship of my own and no fair destination if I had one. Here with the clang and whine and greasy grab of commerce all around me, here with the blind eyes and still tongues of the Jukebox Generation all about me, here with a sick heart, knowing that I get no younger, here but all alone....
But have you ever been on a frontier? Have you ever felt valued for yourself just because you are a lonely man in a lonely land and met with one such as you? Have you ever felt the clannishness of frontiersmen, the warm faith in the might of the friend beside you? For the world out there, when it was lonely, when it was new, demanded certain things of the individual or else he lived not long and amongst the things demanded were a certain courage and a certain camaraderie. Men had to be big or fall before the unknown. And man had to have friends.
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