, - THE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE. NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA.
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N THIS TALE
1 JACK LON
DON'S SEA EX
PERIENCE IS
USED WITH ALL
-HIS-VIRILELREN -
SYNOPSIS.
3
Humphiey Van Weyden. critic nnd dllel
tante. Is thrown into the wnti-r hv Ih
ntnklnp cf u ferryboat In n foK In Hun
I'tAnrtm'u hay. nnd Ijpcoiih-h uiii'iiiiki'Ioum
pcrore holu rcnrhes him. On coining tr
ilo m-riuos he II mix himself nhoiinl I In
KCHlltiK nehonnut Oliost. Cnptuln Wolf
Ijirsii. hound to Jupnn wukth, witnesses
lie ilon th nr tlio tlrnt initio nnd hears tin--npt.-iln
ctirno the ilcnd mini for tiirstimlnw
l-xlle ut Iho in ulnnlriu of tho voyuwe The
cuplnln refuses lo pill Humphrey nshorn
"ml makes him ciihin Imv "for tlio Kood
of his soul."
CHAPTER III Continued.
When I turned around, n moment
later, I saw the cabin-boy Btnggerlnp,
to his foot. Hla face wus ghostly
whlto, twitching with suppressed pulti.
He looked very sick.
"Well, Leach, nro you going for
"ord?" Wolf Larson asked.
"Vcb. Blr," catrjo thu answer of a
flplrlt cowed.
"And you?" I was asked.
"I'll glvo you a thousand" 1 bo
can, but wis Interrupted.
"8tow thntl Arc you going to take
up your duties as cnblnboy? Or do I
have to take you In hand?"
What was 1 to do? To bo brutally
beaten, to be killed perhaps, would
not help my cause I looked steadily
Into tho cruel, gray eyes. Ono may
flco the soul stir In some mon's eyc3.
but his wero bleak and cold nnd gray
aa tho sea Itself.
"Well?"
-Yes," I said. ,
"Say "Ycb, sir.' "
"Ycb, sir," I corrected.
"What Is your nanio?"
"Humphrey, sir; Humphrey Vnn
"Weyden."
"That'll do, Go to tho cook and
learn your dutlc3."
And thus It was that I passed Into n
tnto of Involuntary scrvltudo to Wolf
Larson. Ho wnB ntrongor than 1, that
was all. Dut It was very unreal at tho
time. It is no less unreal now that I
took back upon It. It will always bo to
me a raonBtroua, lnconcelvnblo thing,
a horrlblo nightmare.
"Hold on, don't go yet."
t stopped obediently In my walk
toward tho galley.
"Johanscn, cnll all hands. Now
that wo'vo everything cleaned up, we'll
Jiavo tho funeral nnd get tho decks
cleared of uboIosb lumber."
While- Johnnson waB summoning tho
iratclt below, a couplo of sailors, under
ho captain's direction, laid tho can-?as-ewathed
corpso upon a hatch-cover.
Ca ovtljcr sldo tho deck, against the
rail and bottoms up, wero lashed a
numlnr of small boato. Soveral men
Tho Dead Man Slid Feet First Into
the Sea.
picked up tho hntch-covor with Itfl
ghastly freight, carried It to tho leu
sldo, ai rested It on tho boats, tho
foot pointing overboard. To tho feet
was attached tho sack of coal which
tho cook had fotched.
' Wolf Larson stopped up to tho
Latch-cover, and all caps camo off. 1
ran my oyos ovor them twenty men
all told, twenty-two Including tho man
ut tho wheel nnd myself. Tho sallorB.
In tho main, woro English and Scan
dinavian, and tholr faces seemed
of tho hoavy, stolid order. Tho
huntora. on tho other hand, had
trongor and tuoro diversified facos.
with hard lines nnd tho marks of
tho froo play of passions. Strange
to Bay, and I noticed It at once, Wolf
Larsen'B features showod no such ovll
atamp. Thoro Boctncd nothing vicious
In them. I could hardly bollovo until
the next Incident occurred that It
was tho face of a man who could be
have ub ho hud bohaved to tho cabin
boy. "I only remember ono pnrt of the
service," ho said, "and that Is, 'And
the body shall be cast Into tho sea.'
So caot It Im."
Ho ceased speaking. Tho men
holding tho hatch-cover soemod per
plexed, puzzled no doubt by tho brief
ipcss of tho ceremony. Ho burst upon
'them In a fury.
"Lift up that; jucl thoro. damn you I
iVltat (ho hoH'o rtjo mattor with you?"
8S T''
They olovated tho ond of tho hatch
cover with pitiful haste, and, like a
dog flung overside, tho dead man slid
foot flrHt Into the sea. Tho coal ar
his foet dragged him down. Ilo wua
gone.
"Johanscn," Wolf Larson said brisk
ly to the now mate, "keep all hands on
deck now they're here. Oct In the
topsails and Jibs and make a good Job
of It We're In for a sou'oaHter. Hot
ter rcer tho Jib and mainsail, too.
while you're about It.
Then It was that tho cruelty of tho
sea, Its relentlessness and nwfttlncHS
rushed upon me. Llfo had become
cheap and tawdry, a beastly nnd Inar
ticulate thing, a soulless stirring of the
oozo und 8llme. I held on to the
weather rnll. closo by tho shrouds, ami
gazed out across tho deHolatc foam
Ing wnvcB to the low-lying fog-banks
thnt hid San Prnnclsco and tho Call
fornla coast. Ruin Bqualls wero driv
ing In botweon, nnd I could scarcely
sco tho fog. And this strange vessel
with its terrlblo men, pressed under
by wind and sea and over leaping up
and out, was heading nway Into tho
southwest. Into tho great and lonoly
Paclllo oxpanse.
CHAPTER IV.
What happened to mo next on the
scaling schooner Ghost, ob I strovo to
lit Into my new environment, aro mnt
tors of humiliation and pain. Tho cook,
who wns called "tho doctor" by tho
crew, "Tommy" by tho hunters, nnd
"Cooky" by Wolf Larsen. was n
chnnged person. Tho difference
worked In my status brought about a
corresponding difforonco In treatment
from him. Sorvllo and fawning as ho
had been bororo, ho was now aB domi
neering and bollicoso. In truth, I was
no longer tho lino gentleman with a
skin soft as a "lydy'B," but only an
ordinary and vory worthless cabin-boy.
Ho nbsurdly Insisted upon my ad
dressing him as Mr. Mugrldgo, and his
behavior nnd carrlngo wero insuffor
able as ho showed mo my duties. Bo
sides my work In tho cabin, with Its
four Btnnll staterooms, I was supposod
to bo his assistant In tho galloy. and
my colossal Ignorance concerning such
things as pooling potntoos or washing
greasy pots was a source of unending
and sarcastic wonder to hlra.
This first day was niado moro diffi
cult for mo from tho fact that tho
Ghost, under closo reefs (terms such
as theso I did not learn till later), was
plunging through what Mr. Mugrldgo
called an " 'owlln sou'easter." At
hnlf-past flvo, undor his directions, I
sot tho tnblo In tho cabin, with rough
weather trays In plnco, nnd then car
ried tho tea and cooked food down
from tho gnlloy.
"Look sharp or you'll got doused,"
was Mr. Mugrldgo's parting Injunction,
ns I loft tho galloy with a big toapot
In ono hand, nnd In tho hollow of tho
othor arm sovoral loaves of fresh
baked broad. Ono of tho hunters, a
tall, loosely Jointed chap named Hen
derson, was going aft at tho timo from
tho steerage (the name tho hunters
facetiously gave tholr midships sleep
ing quarters), to tho cabin. Wolf Lar
son was on tho poop, smoking his over
lasting cigar.
"'Ero sho comes. Sling ycr 'ookl"
tho cook cried.
1 stopped, for 1 did not know whnr
was coming, nnd saw tho galley door
niiuo snui witn a bang. Then 1 anw
Hondernon leaping llko a madman for
tho main rigging, up which ho shot, on
tho Inside, till ho was many foot
nignor man my head. Also I saw n
great wavo, curling and foaming,
poised far nbovo tho rail. I was di
roctly undor it. My mind did not
work quickly, everything was so now
nnd strnngo. I grasped that I was In
dangor. but that waB all. I stood still.
In tropldatlon. Then Wolf Larson
shouted from tho poop:
"Grab hold something, you you
Hump!"
Uut lt"waa too Into. 1 sprang townrd
tho rigging, to which I might hnvo
clung, and was mot by tho descending
wall of wator. What hnpponcd nftor
that was very confusing. I was bo
rienth tho water, suffocating and
drowning. Sovornl times I collided
against hard objects, onco Btriklng my
right kiioo a terrlblo blow. Then tho
Hood seemed suddenly to subsldo, nnd
I was breathing tho good air agnln, I
hud been swopt against tho galley and
around tho stoorngo compnnlonwny
from tho weather sldo Into tho lee
scuppers. Tho pain from my hurt knee
was agonizing. Uut tho cook wns aftor
mo, shouting through tho lco galley
door:
"'Ere. you! Don't tyko nil night
about It! Whoro's tho pot? Lost
ovorboard? Servo you bloody well
right if yor nock was brokol"
I managed to strugglo to my feet.
Tho grent teapot was still In my hand.
1 limped to tho galley and handed It
to him. Uut ho was consuming with
Indignation, real or folgucd.
"Gawd bllmo me It you ain't a slob.
Wot'ro you good for auyw'y? Cawn't
oven carry a bit of ten aft without
losln' It. Now I'll 'ava to boll sorao
moro."
Two things had acquired by my
accident an Injured kneocap that
went undressed and from which I suf
fered for weary months, and the name
of "Hump." which Wolf Larsen hud
called me from the poop. Thereafter.
foro ond aft, I waa known by no other
namo, until tho term becamo a part
or my thought processes and I Identi
fied It with myself, thought of myself
as Hump, as though Hump wero I nnd
had always been I.
It was no easy task, waiting on the
cabin tnblo, whero sat Wolf Larsen.
.lohnnsen and tho six hunters. Tho
cabin wns small, to begin with, and to
move around, ns I was compelled to,
was not made easier by tho schooner's
violent pitching and wallowing. Hut
what Btruck mo most forcibly wns
tho totnl lack of sympathy on tho part
of tho men whom I Bcrvcd. I could
feel my kneo through my clothes
swelling nnd swelling, and I was sick
and faint from tho pain of it. 1 could
catch glimpses of my race, whlto and
ghastly, distorted with pain, In tho
cabin mirror. All tho men must hnvo
seen my condition, but not ono spoko
or look notice of mo, till t was almost
grateful to Wolf Larsen, later on (I
was washing tho dishes), when ho
said:
"Don't let a little thing like that
bother you. You'll get used to such
things In time. It may crlpplo you
Bomo, but nil tho same you'll bo learn
ing to walk.
"That's what you call n paradox,
isn't it?" ho added.
Ho seemed pleased when I nodded
my head with tho customary "Yes.
Blr."
"I suppose you know a bit about lit
orary things? Eh? Good. I'll havo
some tnlks with you sometime."
And then, taking no further account
of mo, ho turned hla back and wont
up on deck.
That night, when 1 had finished an
endless amount of work, I was sent to
sloop In tho steerago, where I mado
up a spare bunk. I was glad to get out
of tho dctCBtablo presenco of tho cook
and to bo ofT my feet. To my surprise,
my clothes had dried on mo and there
soomed no Indications of catching cold,
either from the last noaklng or from
tho prolonged soaking from tho foun
dorlng of tho Martinez. Undor ordi
nary circumstances, after all that I
had undergone I should havo boon fit
for bed and a trained nurse.
But my knoo was bothering mo ter
ribly. As well as I could mako out.
tho kneecap Boomed turned up on
edge in tho midst of tho swolllng. As
I sat In my bunk examining It (the
six hunters woro nil In tho steerago,
smoking and talking In loud voices),
Ilondorson took a passing glnnce at it.
"Looks nasty," ho commented. "Tio
a rag around it and It'll bo all right."
Llko tho savage, tho attltudo of
theso men was stoical In great things,
childish In llttlo things. I romombor,
lator In tho voyage, seeing Korfoot,
another of tho hunters, loso a finger
by having It smashed to a. Jolly, and
ho did not oven murmur or chnngo tho
oxprcsslon on his faco. Yet I havo
scon tho samo man, timo and again,
fly Into tho most outrageous passion
over n trlllo.
Ho was doing It now, vociferating,
hollowing, waving hl3 nrms, and curs
Ing llko a fiend, nnd nil becauso of a
dlsagroomont with anothor hunter as
to whether a sca.1 pup know Instinc
tively how to swim.
For tho most part, tho remaining
four hunters leaned on tho (ablo or lay
In their bunks and left tho discussion
lo tho two antagonists.
And they smoked, Incessantly
smoked, using n coarso, cheap and of
fcnslvosmolilng tobacco. Tho air
wns thick nnd murky with tho smoke
or It, nnd this, combined with tho vlo
lent movement or tho ship as she
struggled through tho storm, would
suroly havo mrdo mo sonBlck. had I
boon a victim to that malady. As It
wan, It mado me qulto squeamish,
though this nnusea might havo been
duo to tho pain of my leg and exhaus
tion. As I lay thoro thinking. I naturally
dwolt upon myself and my situation
It waa unpnralleled, undrenmod-of.
thnt I, Humphroy Van Weyden, n
scholar and n dilettante. If you please,
in things nrtlstic and literary, should
bo lying here on a Raring sea seal-hunting
schooner. Cabin-boy! 1 had nevor
dono nny hard manual labor, or scul
Hon labor, In my llfo. My muscles wero
small and soft, llko a woman's, or so
tho doctors had said timo and again
In tho course of tholr attempts to per
Biiado mo to go In for physical culturo
fads, Uut I had proforrcd to uso my
head rather than my body, nnd Vioro ,
1 was, In no fit condition for tho rough
llfo In prospect.
Theso aro merely a few or tho things
that went through my mind and aro
rolated ror tho snko of vindicating my
soir In ndvanco In tho wenk and help
less rolo I was destined to play. But
1 thought, also, or my mother and sis
tors, nnd pictured tholr grier. I was
among tho missing dead or tho Mar
tinez disaster, an unrocovered body.
I could see the headlines in the pa
pers; tho fellows at tho Unlvorslty club
and tho Blbolot Blinking their heads
and saying, "Poor chap!" And I could
soo Charley Furusoth, ns I had said
good-by to him that morning, lounging
Hi n dressing gown on Iho oo-plltowcd
window couch nnd delivering hlmsolt
of oracular and pessimistic epigrams.
And all tho while, rolling, plunging,
climbing tho moving mountains and
falling and wallowing l tho fonmlng
valleys, tho schooner Ghost was fight
ing hor way rurthor and rnrther Into
the heart or tho Pncillr and 1 wob on
hor.
CHAPTER V.
But my first night In tho huntor's
Btoorago was nlso my Inst. Next day
Johanscn. tho new mate, wns routed
from the cabin by Wolf Larson, and
sent Into the steerage to sleep there
after, while I took possession of the
tiny cablu stateroom, which, on the
llrst day of tho voyage, had already
had two occupants, Tho reason for
this rhango was quickly learned by
the hunters, nnd becamo the cnuso of
a great deal or grumbling on their
part. It seemed that Johnnsen, In his
sleep, lived over each night the events
of the day. His Incessant tnlklng anil
shouting and bellowing or orders had
been too much for Wolr Larsen, who
had accordingly foisted the nuisance
upon his hunters.
AUer a olcepless night. I aroso. weak
and In agony, to hobble through my
second day on the Ghost.
Tho day was filled with mlsnrnhln
variety. I had taken my dried clothes
uown rronrtho galley tho night bo
roro, and tho first thine I did was n
exchango tho cook's garments for
them. 1 looked for my purse. In ad
dition to some small chnngo (and 1
havo a good memory for such things).
it nnd contained $185 In gold and pn
per. The nurse I found, but Its rnn.
tents, with tho exception of tho small
silver, had been abstracted. 1 spoko
to tho cook about It. when I wont on
deck to take up my duties in tho gal
ley, and though I had looked forward
to a surly answer, I had not expected
the belligerent harangue I received.
"Look 'cro, 'Ump," ho began, a ma
licious light In his eyes and a snarl
In his throat, "d'ye want vor nosn
punched? Strike mo blind if this nvn't
gratitude for yor! 'Ero you come, a
poro, mlsrablo specimen of 'uman
scum, nn I tykes ycr Into mv cnllov
nn' treats yer 'ansom. an' this Is wot
I get for it. Nex timo you can go to
'ell. suy I, an' I'vo a cood mind to
glvo you what-for anyw'y."
So saying, ho nut un hln flnm nnd
started for me. To mv shamo ho ir I
cowered away from tho blow and ran
out tno galley door. The speed with
which I ran caused oxcruclatlncr nnln
In my knoo, and I sank down helpless
ly at tno ureaK ot tno poop. But the
cockney had not pursued mo.
"Look at Mm run! Look at 'im run!"
I could hear him cryinc. "An' with
n gymo leg ut that! Como on back,
you poro nttio mamma's darling. I
won't 'It ycr; no, I won't"
I came back and went on with mv
work; and horo tho episode ended for
tno timo.
(TO BR CONTINUED.)
WAR RELICS HELD OF VALUE
Gruesome Mementoes That Havo
Brought High Prices When Dis
posed Of at Auction Sales.
Thoro was sold by auction a few
years ago tho spear that was used
by a rebel dervish to kill General Gor.
don.
On another occasion tho sword uaod
by Lord Cardigan in tho battle of nal.
aclnva was disposed of at tho samo
auction mart.
A vory different war relic ronllzori
a vory different price. This was' tho
sllvor-gllt table servlco used by Na
poleon in tho courso of 1i!b manv
campaigns, and It went for $3,250.
A really oxtrnordlnary war rolle
was brought to light in an EiiKllsh
court somo years ago. A woman ap
plied to tho magistrate for n sum-
mons against a pawnbroker for dam
ago to a hearthrug. Sho explained
that during a campaign on tho Indian
frontier, her son had mado a larco
hearthrug out of tho Karmonta of hla
slain comrades, and sent It homo to
hor.
A fow years ago a rello of thn
slogo of Paris was discovered In a
windmill nonr BeBancon. TIiIb was
tho mummified body of a plgoon, to
ono of tho wings of which a onlll
was attached. Insido this was a
brief messago, dated 1S70. which
read:
"Darling All well, but starvlnc
P. P. G." Tho pigeon was ono of tho
homers which had been releasod dur
ing tho slego, and maybo shot by tho
Germans.
What Ha Didn't Understand.
Tho soldier wns tolling tho work
man about n battle that ho had onco
boon in that had lasted from eight
o'clock In the morning until aoven
o'clock at night. His description was
most graphic, and he bocamo very en
thusiastic as ho lived through tho stir
ring scenes again,
"There's ono thing 1 can't under
stand about tho story," said tho work
man, slowly, whon he had finished.
"You suy that tho battlo began at
eight o'clock in the morning nnd last
ed until SOV3H o'clock nt night?"
"Yes, that a so," was tho roply.
"Then," retorted tho workman with
a puzzled air, "what 1 can't mako out
Is how did you manugo about your
dinner hour?"
Where Plants Grow on Wlr-js.
In Porto Rico, whero tho ntmoaphcro
Is moist nnd balmy, nir plants ofton
lodge In tho most unusual plnccs and
produce tho most unusual offoctB whllo
growing. Frequently they establish
thomselvos on tolephono nnd tologrnph
wires. Tho Insulation rots In places
and tho plants take root, grow and
thrive.
Abraham's
Supreme Trial
By REV. D. SUTCLIFFE
Assistant Superintendent of Men, Moody
Bible Institute of Chicago
TKXT-God did tempt Abraham. Gen
God cannot bo tempted with ovll,
and nolther does ho tempt any man
to do ovll. Yet
God trios his own
from timo to timo
to strengthen tholr
faith and so glvo
them moro of him
self and lead them
Into deeper and
richer spiritual
experience. Ho
expressly says in
tho book of James,
"Blessed is the
man that endur
cth temptation,
for when ho la
tried ho shall re
colvo tho crown of
llfo." Abraham
had been tried by tho Lord many
times, but this last supremo trial has
some characteristics which nro com
mon to many Christians' experience.
Unexpected.
It is said that "after theso things
God did try Abraham." After a llfo
journey of nearly ono hundred and
twenty-flvo years. Aftor all tho experi
ences which woro packed Into his life.
After tho birth nnd coming to ago of
tho promised son. At a timo when it
would perhaps seem as though tho llfo
was completed nnd only needing tho
final touch of being taken away from
tho sceno around him. Ho may havo
felt that now ho could rest a llttlo In
his old ago and, like Job, "dlo in his
nest." But there never is perfection
in this llfo and therefore tho training
is never dono. Today's goal is but tho
starting point for tomorrow. Many of
tho Lord's people como to a time when
they feel as though their life wero com
plete. They havo como over rough
paths and hard ways. Trying experi
ences have been met, but it seems that
theso aro all in tho past and now, hav
ing passed them, they settlo down as
though thoro woro an end of tho test
ings and they had como to rest. But
suddenly, in sweeps a harder test than
any before. It comes all unexpected.
Or they think thoy havo conquered
Bomo part ot tho old naturo and need
not watch it longer. Then ono day
thero comes the fierce attack, unlooked
for and unexpected. But blessed is tho
man that endureth tho unexpected
temptation.
Unexplained.
As far as tho record goes, tho Lord
gave Abraham no word of explanation
concerning tho offering up of Isaac,
God simply told him to tako his son
whom ho loved and offer him a burnt
offering. Abraham was human, llko
ourselves, so wo can readily bollovo
that into his mind, as bo often into our
own, there sprang tho question, Why?
Wo desire to know so much of tho
Lord's doings boforo wo aro ready to
obey him. What a mark of unconscious
unbelief it i3 when wo try to inquire aa
to why God doc3 this or that in his
dealings with us. Ho applies tho test
and then, boforo wo meet It, wo want
to know tho "why" for it. Wo show so
much of distrust when hanging Dack
from doing as ho Bays becauso wo do
not understand. But God's trials aro
not all explained. Ho seldom lets us
know why, for if wo know thero would
bo llttlo opportunity for faith to ope
rate. Unreasonable.
God had promised Abraham that In
Isaac should his seed bo called. Isaac
was tho heir of tho promises. Through
tho years of Isaac's youth Abraham
knew that nothing could possibly tako
away Isaac's llfo. In Isaac was cen
tered tho promlso of a great multitude.
If anything happened to him, there
fore, tho promise of God would bo of
none effect. Wo can imagine Abraham
saying, when sickness or accident
threatened tho life of his boy, that it
was impossible for him to dio or bo
killod, for how then could tho promise
bo fulfilled? How unreasonable thon
It seemed for God to toll him to tako
this boy and slay him. Would ho not
bo tempted to ask, "How then will tho
promise bo kopt?" Would not tho
tempter suggest that cither God had
forgotten his word or ho was making
a mistake, or that Abraham had mis
understood tho message? How ofton
wo aro tomptod to question tho reason
ableness of God's actions. But here
again, if wo understood all that God
was doing, tho walk by faith would bo
changed to sight. God wants not rca
eonora but bollovers. And blessed Is
tho man who ondureth tomptntlon
ovon when it seemB unreasonable
And Abraham mot this test with su
premo faith. Tho book of Hebrews de
clares it was by faith ho oboyed. Hla
obedlenco wns prompt, unquestioning,
uncomplaining, doliberato. Ho did not
liosltato to oboy, thero was no inquir
ing into tho reason for offering Isaac,
Btrango aB such a thing would seem.
Ho did not wait to boo how God would
fulfill his promise, but by faith ho of
fered up Isaac, of whom it was said,
that "In Isaac shall thy seed bo called."
Tho secret of bucu faith leading to
such obedlonco Is found when tho test
has been mot and tho victory won.
God Baid to Abraham, "Lay not thlno
hand upon tho lad; for now I know
that thou fearest God, seolng thou hast
not withhold thy son from mo." The
fear of tho Lord is the secrot of obedlenco.
FRd 01 YEAR'S GROP
IN WESTERN CANADA
Romarkablo as nro tho reports ot
tho yields of wheat in Wostorn Canada,
tho marketing of which is now undor
way, thoy aro nono tho moro interest
ing than nro thoso that nro vouched
for ns to tho valuo of this grain crop
to tho farmers of that country.
Somo months ago tho Department
of tho Interior, at Ottawa, Canada,
wrote to thoso n tho United Status
who wero ownero of land in Westorn
Canada that was not producing, ad
vising that It bo put under crop. Tho
high prices of grain and thoir probablo
contlnunnco for somo years should
bo taken advantage of. Cattle and all
tho produco of the farm commanded
good figures, nnd the opportunity to
feed tho world was great, whllo the
profits wero Blmply alarming. Tho
Dopartmont suggested that money
could be mado out of thoso idle lands,
Innds that could produco anywhero
from 25 to C5 bushels of wheat per
aero. A number took advantago of
tho suggestion. Ono of these was an
Illinois farmer. Ho owned a largo
quantity of land near Culross, Mani
toba. Ho decided to put ono thousand
acres of It under wheat. His own
story, written to Mr. C. J. Broughton,
Canadian Government Agont at Chi
cago, la interastlng,
"I had 1,000 ncre3 In wheat near
Culross, Manitoba. 1 threshed 34,000
bushels, being an avcrago of 34 bush
els to tho aero. Last Spring 1 sold
my foreman, Mr. F. L. Hill, 240 acres
of land for $9,000, or $37.50 per aero.
Ho had saved up nbout $1,000, which
ho could buy seed with, and havo tho
land harrowed, drilled and harvested,
and put in stook or shock.
"As a first payment 1 was to tako
all tho crops raised. When ho
threshed ho had 8,300 bushels ot
wheat, which is worth In all $1.00 per
bushel, thereby paying for all tho land
that was In wheat and moro, too, thoro
being only 200 acres In crop. If the
240 acres had all been In wheat he
could have paid for it all and had
money left"
That Is a story that will need no
corroboration in this year when, no
matter which way you turn, you learn
of farmers who had ovon higher yields
than theso.
G. E. Davidson of Manltou, Manito
ba, had 30 acres of breaking and 14
acres older land. Ho got 2,186 bush
els of wheat, over 43 bushels per
acre.
Walter Tuknor of Darllngford, Man
itoba, had 3,514 bushels off a CO aero
field, or ovor 58 M: bushels per acre.
Forty acres was breaking and 20 acres
summer fallow.
Wm. Sharp, formerly Member of
Parliament for Lisgar( Manitoba, had
80 acres of wheat on 'his farm near
Manltou, Manitoba, that went 53 bush
els per acre.
Ono of tho most romarkablo yields
in this old settled portion of Manitoba
was that of P. Scharf of Manltou, who
threshed from 15 acres tho phenom
enal yield of 73 bushelB per acre.
Theso reports aro but from one dis
trict, and when it is known that from
almost any district in n grain belt
of 30,000 square miles, yiolds whllo
not as largo generally as theso quoted,
but In many cases as good, is It any
wonder that Canada Is holding its
head high In tho air In its conquering
career as tho high wheat yleldor of
tho continent? When It la pointed out
that thero aro millions of acres of tho
same quality of land that has pro
duced theso yields, yot unbroken, and
may bo had for filing upon them as a
homestead, or in somo cases may bo
purchased at from $12 to $30 an aero
from railway companies or prlvato
land companies, it is felt that tho op
portunity to tako part In thla marvel
ous production should bo taken ad
vantago of by thoso living on land
much hjghcr In price, and yielding
infinitely loss. Advertisement.
The Sort Suitable.
"What kind of weapons did tho
hold-up bandits uso in this serial
Btory?"
"I guess thoy must havo used mag
azine rifles."
For a really flno coffco at a mod
erate price, drink Donlson's Sominolo
Brand, 35c tho lb., in sealed cans.
Only ono merchaut In each town
soils Seminole. If your grocor isn't
tho ono, write tho Donlson Coffee Co.,
Chicago, for a souvenir and tho namo
of your Sominolo dealor.
Buy tho 3 lb. Canister Can for $1.00.
Adv.
Certain Prospect.
"Do you think tho football season
Will bo lively this year?"
"1 know It will start in with a rush."
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Brief, but Pointed.
Tho Parson Llfo is mado up of
trials.
Tho Lawyer Well, I'm glad of it
To Prevent tho drip
Cold: name Grip Laxative Dromo Quinine re
moves the cause. There Is only one "llromo
Quinine." E. VV, pROVE'S signature on boi . 27c!
Ever notico that boys novor tio tin
cans to a bull dog's tail? A bull dog
vou't r-uvJ lor such foolishness.