anuary 30, 1929 Dear Mrs. Haley, ŠPapa is home, tho I haven¹t seen him. He got off the train at Hansen, and I have been snowed in at Kimberly for a week. We tried to drive to Hansen to meet him, but could not get through the snow. He walked out to the ranch and now he is snowed inŠ Jeanne Hyde Rollin C. Hyde sat alone in his old house by the wood stove. He was 69 years old. He had no electricity, no plumbing, no phone. The snow shrieked across the barren bean fields and rattled the windows. There was little hope that his son, or his son¹s bride, was alive. He had just spent nearly two months and every cent he had in western Grand Canyon in a desperate search for Glen and Bessie. He had found their sweep scow snagged midstream with all gear aboard and in order, but not a trace of either honeymooner. They had simply vanished. He had mortgaged everything he had to keep the search going on the river and both rims, calling on every agency and expert he could enlist. Nothing. Rollin Hyde had been beaten numerous times before. He made his first fortune in the tiny new settlement of Spokane, Washington, where he and his siblings had elected to make their stand. By 1892 Rollin Hyde had built one of the largest buildings in the emerging city, the Fernwell Building. It still stands. But he lost it all in the Panic of 1893, and was soon working as a janitor in the building he once owned. His first two sons, Fernwell and Lynn, died as infants. With his wife Mary he went west and homesteaded near Davenport, Washington. They had three more children, Edna, Glen and Jeanne. But Mary¹s health was poor, and they had to sell out and head south to a better climate in San Diego. To no avail. At the age of 44, Mary succumbed. The next day on the ship returning to Washington, Mary¹s sister Louise, who had been at her side, passed on as well. Hyde and his family continued north, all the way to Prince Rupert, British Columbia, and started over. He began building in Prince Rupert‹homes, a bank, other businesses. He prospered. But with the onset of World War I his finances again collapsed. They headed south now, to the broad windswept fields of southern Idaho where Hyde¹s brother-in-law owned 80 acres. Hyde arrived with three teenage children and 50 cents. He planted on credit, worked every waking minute, and within two years bought the ranch. By hard labor he was able to expand his holdings, and young Glen homesteaded another nearby parcel. Edna married the operator of the local grain elevator, and in April of 1928, Glen brought home the love of his life, Bessie Haley, and married her. Life was once again good for Rollin Hyde. And now this. He shoved another stick into the fire to drive off the howling Idaho chill. He was beaten again, busted again. But he was not through. He would go back. Somehow, somewhere, he would find them.

Brad Dimock