Obit for John E Stevens 1932
John E. Stevens Called Beyond
Was Last of Original Settlers of Arrow Creek Bench with Exception of A. Nemec
Coffee Creek, Mont. Aug 26, 1932
Special to Denton Recorder:
John E. Stevens, for 25 years a resident of Fergus county, who lived on his farm which he had homesteaded, three miles north of Coffee Creek, died Wednesday morning, the 24th inst., at seven o'clock. He had risen, dressed and eaten his breakfast as usual, saying that he "was up for all day;" sat down, took a few short gasps for breath and was dead.
Such was the passing of a rare and noble character, of a kindly disposition, a pioneer and frontiersman, a friend in need, and ever-helpful neighbor who always stood ready to lend a helping hand to the deserving; a man who had reached the ripe old age of 4 scores, 3 years, 4 months, and 7 days--in age far exceeding the Scriptural distinction of "three score years and ten," as he was born April 17, 1849.
And so the end came as he had lived, without fear or trembling--his faith in the fatality, the inescapable laws of Nature, its beneficence and inexorable demands on its creatures for morality and purity of life for its own physical and mental good--a creed that would not stand for cruelty to any dumb creature, so he enshrined logically above all, like Abou Ben Adam of old, "Love for his fellow man." His faith was deeds, not words, and as the vitality of life slowly ebbed, the once might machine of physical construction weakened, he passed.
"To that mysterious realm, where each shall take his chamber in the silent halls of death--
...Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch about him and lies down to pleasant dreams."
'Twas only Tuesday, when he was in town, that we joked about playing that we were boys again, to go out with the other little fellows and wade in the newly formed pools of water. But now he is gone, fallen as the might oak of the forest that had stood so long that it seemed as eternal as the hills, that had withstood the storms and tempests of long years, of sunshine and shadow--so he, with all the trials and disappointments of life, the successes and failures, came through, like the sunshine after the storm, serene and unbroken. As such a man, he embodied the grit, the energy, the self-sacrifice, the indomitable courage of the pioneers, the forerunners of civilization.
Less than a year ago, realizing the coming of the inevitable dissolution of that which we call life, he had his picture taken at the writer's request, that it might be a part of this poor attempt to portray a life that worshipped only at humanity's shrine in justice, uprightness, and duty--love of home, love of country and his friends.
With this last tribute to him who all were glad to call "Uncle Johnny," let this sentiment of one who had drank of the founts of life, nature, and religion, and finally arrived at the same philosophy of existence, stand as the fading picture of all human existence.
John E. Stevens Called Beyond
Was Last of Original Settlers of Arrow Creek Bench with Exception of A. Nemec
Coffee Creek, Mont. Aug 26, 1932
Special to Denton Recorder:
John E. Stevens, for 25 years a resident of Fergus county, who lived on his farm which he had homesteaded, three miles north of Coffee Creek, died Wednesday morning, the 24th inst., at seven o'clock. He had risen, dressed and eaten his breakfast as usual, saying that he "was up for all day;" sat down, took a few short gasps for breath and was dead.
Such was the passing of a rare and noble character, of a kindly disposition, a pioneer and frontiersman, a friend in need, and ever-helpful neighbor who always stood ready to lend a helping hand to the deserving; a man who had reached the ripe old age of 4 scores, 3 years, 4 months, and 7 days--in age far exceeding the Scriptural distinction of "three score years and ten," as he was born April 17, 1849.
And so the end came as he had lived, without fear or trembling--his faith in the fatality, the inescapable laws of Nature, its beneficence and inexorable demands on its creatures for morality and purity of life for its own physical and mental good--a creed that would not stand for cruelty to any dumb creature, so he enshrined logically above all, like Abou Ben Adam of old, "Love for his fellow man." His faith was deeds, not words, and as the vitality of life slowly ebbed, the once might machine of physical construction weakened, he passed.
"To that mysterious realm, where each shall take his chamber in the silent halls of death--
...Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch about him and lies down to pleasant dreams."
'Twas only Tuesday, when he was in town, that we joked about playing that we were boys again, to go out with the other little fellows and wade in the newly formed pools of water. But now he is gone, fallen as the might oak of the forest that had stood so long that it seemed as eternal as the hills, that had withstood the storms and tempests of long years, of sunshine and shadow--so he, with all the trials and disappointments of life, the successes and failures, came through, like the sunshine after the storm, serene and unbroken. As such a man, he embodied the grit, the energy, the self-sacrifice, the indomitable courage of the pioneers, the forerunners of civilization.
Less than a year ago, realizing the coming of the inevitable dissolution of that which we call life, he had his picture taken at the writer's request, that it might be a part of this poor attempt to portray a life that worshipped only at humanity's shrine in justice, uprightness, and duty--love of home, love of country and his friends.
With this last tribute to him who all were glad to call "Uncle Johnny," let this sentiment of one who had drank of the founts of life, nature, and religion, and finally arrived at the same philosophy of existence, stand as the fading picture of all human existence.
Obit for John E Stevens 1932
John E. Stevens Called Beyond
Was Last of Original Settlers of Arrow Creek Bench with Exception of A. Nemec
Coffee Creek, Mont. Aug 26, 1932
Special to Denton Recorder:
John E. Stevens, for 25 years a resident of Fergus county, who lived on his farm which he had homesteaded, three miles north of Coffee Creek, died Wednesday morning, the 24th inst., at seven o'clock. He had risen, dressed and eaten his breakfast as usual, saying that he "was up for all day;" sat down, took a few short gasps for breath and was dead.
Such was the passing of a rare and noble character, of a kindly disposition, a pioneer and frontiersman, a friend in need, and ever-helpful neighbor who always stood ready to lend a helping hand to the deserving; a man who had reached the ripe old age of 4 scores, 3 years, 4 months, and 7 days--in age far exceeding the Scriptural distinction of "three score years and ten," as he was born April 17, 1849.
And so the end came as he had lived, without fear or trembling--his faith in the fatality, the inescapable laws of Nature, its beneficence and inexorable demands on its creatures for morality and purity of life for its own physical and mental good--a creed that would not stand for cruelty to any dumb creature, so he enshrined logically above all, like Abou Ben Adam of old, "Love for his fellow man." His faith was deeds, not words, and as the vitality of life slowly ebbed, the once might machine of physical construction weakened, he passed.
"To that mysterious realm, where each shall take his chamber in the silent halls of death--
...Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch about him and lies down to pleasant dreams."
'Twas only Tuesday, when he was in town, that we joked about playing that we were boys again, to go out with the other little fellows and wade in the newly formed pools of water. But now he is gone, fallen as the might oak of the forest that had stood so long that it seemed as eternal as the hills, that had withstood the storms and tempests of long years, of sunshine and shadow--so he, with all the trials and disappointments of life, the successes and failures, came through, like the sunshine after the storm, serene and unbroken. As such a man, he embodied the grit, the energy, the self-sacrifice, the indomitable courage of the pioneers, the forerunners of civilization.
Less than a year ago, realizing the coming of the inevitable dissolution of that which we call life, he had his picture taken at the writer's request, that it might be a part of this poor attempt to portray a life that worshipped only at humanity's shrine in justice, uprightness, and duty--love of home, love of country and his friends.
With this last tribute to him who all were glad to call "Uncle Johnny," let this sentiment of one who had drank of the founts of life, nature, and religion, and finally arrived at the same philosophy of existence, stand as the fading picture of all human existence.
John E. Stevens Called Beyond
Was Last of Original Settlers of Arrow Creek Bench with Exception of A. Nemec
Coffee Creek, Mont. Aug 26, 1932
Special to Denton Recorder:
John E. Stevens, for 25 years a resident of Fergus county, who lived on his farm which he had homesteaded, three miles north of Coffee Creek, died Wednesday morning, the 24th inst., at seven o'clock. He had risen, dressed and eaten his breakfast as usual, saying that he "was up for all day;" sat down, took a few short gasps for breath and was dead.
Such was the passing of a rare and noble character, of a kindly disposition, a pioneer and frontiersman, a friend in need, and ever-helpful neighbor who always stood ready to lend a helping hand to the deserving; a man who had reached the ripe old age of 4 scores, 3 years, 4 months, and 7 days--in age far exceeding the Scriptural distinction of "three score years and ten," as he was born April 17, 1849.
And so the end came as he had lived, without fear or trembling--his faith in the fatality, the inescapable laws of Nature, its beneficence and inexorable demands on its creatures for morality and purity of life for its own physical and mental good--a creed that would not stand for cruelty to any dumb creature, so he enshrined logically above all, like Abou Ben Adam of old, "Love for his fellow man." His faith was deeds, not words, and as the vitality of life slowly ebbed, the once might machine of physical construction weakened, he passed.
"To that mysterious realm, where each shall take his chamber in the silent halls of death--
...Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch about him and lies down to pleasant dreams."
'Twas only Tuesday, when he was in town, that we joked about playing that we were boys again, to go out with the other little fellows and wade in the newly formed pools of water. But now he is gone, fallen as the might oak of the forest that had stood so long that it seemed as eternal as the hills, that had withstood the storms and tempests of long years, of sunshine and shadow--so he, with all the trials and disappointments of life, the successes and failures, came through, like the sunshine after the storm, serene and unbroken. As such a man, he embodied the grit, the energy, the self-sacrifice, the indomitable courage of the pioneers, the forerunners of civilization.
Less than a year ago, realizing the coming of the inevitable dissolution of that which we call life, he had his picture taken at the writer's request, that it might be a part of this poor attempt to portray a life that worshipped only at humanity's shrine in justice, uprightness, and duty--love of home, love of country and his friends.
With this last tribute to him who all were glad to call "Uncle Johnny," let this sentiment of one who had drank of the founts of life, nature, and religion, and finally arrived at the same philosophy of existence, stand as the fading picture of all human existence.
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