It was the goal of pioneers; blue distance; the far off places conjured comfortably in towns held safe but grown a sight too common; it was the siren song of ''Come and see!'' Out of such yesterdays in quest of futures, peering at what's ahead, up that steep grade, over the pass, beyond the forded river - it was from such as these the West was made. Yonder, somewhere - how the visions shimmered! Despite all hardship - over trackless sand - into the vast unknown - our forebears pointed ''Yonder!'' - and made a continent expand.