yesterday at the ranch we saw a number of copies of frederick remington paintings and frederick remington sculptures. frederick remington, the great western artist -- i regret we don't have one of his pictures right behind us right now -- he was out west in the 1890's and he too, was an easterner. he too senses that something really vital has just disappeared. he wrote this, right before his death in 1909. "the last is no longer the west of picturesque and stirring events. romance and adventure have been beaten down in the rush of civilization. the country west of mississippi has become hopelessly commercialized, shackled in chains of business to its a term most limits. the cowboy, the real thing, mark you, disappeared with the advent of the wire fence. as for the indians, there are so few of them he doesn't count." so when he is painting these paintings from new rochelle, new york, he too is regretting the west that seems to have disappeared. we can throw into this makes the philadelphia novelist who wrote, "the virginian" in 1902, that novel that evokes so much of what we saw yesterday.