The Klickitat County Agriculturist, Goldendale, WA., July 22, 1905, page 1

THE LATE WM. HALE

     Wm. H. Hale was born in St. Louis, Mo., July 10, 1836. He went from there to Randolph Co., Mo., where he was married to Miss Jane Wallace, a sister of S.C. Wallace of Rufus, Oregon. They have six children, Arthur and Wm. Hale, Mrs. Aaron Bullack, Mrs. Wilson Bullack, Mrs. Charles Mesacher and Mrs. Geo. Darland, all of living in Klickitat county.
     In his early married life he crossed the plains twice with pack trains, locating in Colorado where he ran a supply store for miners. He then returned to Missouri and went into the mercantile business in Hunstville.
     He came to Klickitat county in 1878, settling in the Spring Creek country where he has lived excepting a few years spent in CleElum and Ellensburg.
     He was a lifelong Democrat, having served one term as assessor of this county but was never very active in politics. He was a man of few words and those knew him best loved him most. We have lost a kind neighbor and an adviser in time of need. In his family he was an admirable character. The night was never too dark and cold or the way too rough if his family was in need. He was a true husband and father and always kind to the widow and orphan is left in his care. Not one in trouble ever appealed to him in vain.
     He was not a member of any church but gave evidence of a Christian birth and loved to hear the gospel preached in its purity, and on his death bed asked that the Bible be read and prayer be offered, showing that his thoughts were placed on things above where moth doth not corrupt and thieves break through and steal.
     The last seven years of his life were spent in Goldendale, where he died June 25, 1905. He leaves his wife and children to mourn, but their loss is his gain.
     The funeral services were held at the house by Elder J.E. Adams and he was laid to rest in the Spring Creek cemetery, where kind friends covered his grave with flowers.

Dearest father, thou hast left us,
And thy loss we deeply feel.
But 'tis God that haft bereft us,
He can all our sorrows heal.
Yet again that we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled.
When in heaven with joy we greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed.

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