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From the days of pirates and
witches Hull was free from ghosts un
til 1898, says the Boston Post. In the
early part of that winter the Point Al
lerton lifesavers, putting out for a
practice row, one evening, saw a
horse and buggy drive along the rough
beach and out into the water.
Horse and carriage seemed to pass j
along the tossing surface of the water
for a time, as if supported by a coat
of ice. Then they slowly sank into
the water and were gone.
Everyone in the lifeboat saw' the
apparition and old Capt. Joshua
James, now dead, steered the boat’s
bow' around and his crew pulled with
might and main for the spot where the
carriage had been.
The vehicle had passed between the
crew and the full moon and was clear
ly seen. A woman was discerned,
lashing the animal with a whip and
leasing over the dashboard. She stood
The gun was brought out and fired
over the practice mast, which is a 75
foot pole with a crossyard near the
top. The line was caught and made
fast to the mast by John James,
nephew of the captain. The lines
were hauled tight ^by * means of a
tackle and James stepped into the
breeches buoy.
As he did so the mast broke at its
base and fell on the beach with James
beneath it. He was nursed back to
life, bi*. as a cripple, and discharged
from the service. Though a young
man, his hair is almost white from
the shock.
The life crew somehow began to
look upon the carriage specter as hav
ing been an ill omen.
Several winters later, at the very
same point on the beach where the
carriage had entered the water, Capt.
James fell dead beside his lifeboat.
Doesn’t all this prove something?
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m.
It was a woman in black, weeping
and walking along Stony Beach.
The life savers, who had been
joked »ver the horse and buggy, refus
ed to go near that part of the beach
or to discuss the matter, except to ad
mit that they were glad she kept away
from the station.
She was an eminently respectable
“spook” and modestly kept her trou
bles and herself from the curious.
Many people saw her for three even
ings in succession. They said she wore
a widow’s veil and walked from the
eastern end of the beach to a great
rock and disappeared.
She walked rather rapidly and held
a handkerchief in front of her face.
Some of the bolder spectators spoke
to her or stood in her path and were
rewarded by seeing her suddenly van
ish.
The woman was said to often turn
her face* toward the sparkling lights
of the Nantasket hotels across the
water.
The fourth night after her first ap
pearance came the fire. Since then the
talk of ghosts and omens has been rife
in Hull.
Those who had boasted of trying to
pick up the “ghost lady” were looked
upon with disfavor for offending “a
spirit.”
“The idea of trying to flirt with a
,.eing from another world.” they said.
“They ought to have had a better
bringing up.”
“Of course, she was offended.”
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The'Spoo^ that drove
to <secL
op as the carriage settled.
Though they knew something was
wrong and that no such thing as they
had seen could possibly have hap
pened, the crew dashed to the spot
and found nothing.
They dragged all night, and with
lanterns scanned the beach for wheel
tracks in vain.
When daylight came a sheer, dainty,
b’ack-bordered, woman’s handkerchief
■was found on the shore.
For a few days the lifesavers were
joked about ‘’seeing things.” That
winter came as usual the November
gale, although more severe, which
piled wrecks high on the shores of
Hull and Nantasket, as well as all
New England.
The lifesavers had more than they
could handle and volunteers were tak
en from the townsfolk.
In taking oft' the crew of the three
masted coaster Edward W. Perry the
breeches buoy failed to work well, and
as soon as the storm went down
breeches buoy practice was ordered.
Stony BeacftS Lonefy
woman.
Ray me disaster prophets. why did
that carriage woman appear to the
life savers? They don’t care to see
anything like It again.
Spook Story Number 2.
The summer before the big confla
gration that destroyed hotels and sum
mer cottages, rumor Spread over town
one night that another ghost had been
seen.
Ana ail vowed that the next spooK
should be treated with consideration.
If it cared for privacy it should have
it.
If it wanted a good time why there
were those who knew how to give it
one.
If it preferred to walk the beach
and weep or drive out on the water
it certainly should do so and no mash
ers or lifeboats should “butt in.”
NEVER HAD SEEN THE FLAG
Alabaman's First Introduction to the
Stars and Stripes.
A man was discovered in Coosa
County, Alabama, last winter who had
never seen the American flag. What
is more, he had not the least percep
tion of what it meant and was much
astonished when this was explained
to him.
The incident happened in the long
leaf pine country in which the Kaul
Lumber company is operating, near
the little backwoods town of Juniata.
a party of government^forester3, un
der Franklin W. Reed, was encamped
in the woods beside the road. A
large flag.lied to a sapling pine an
nounced the site as a government
camp. One evening a little old man
.came down the road driving a yoke
of steers and stopped to inquire
whether the party would like to buy
some pork. He got out of his cart,
sat down on a stump and after a mo
ment’s conversation his eye caught
sight of the flag on the sapling. He
lookol at it in a puzzled way, then
asked what it was. The men thought
at first he was joking, but it was soon
apparent tire question was in good
faith.
“Tnat's the American flag, man.
Haven’t you ever seen the flag be
Jore?”
No, he had never seen a flag of any
kind before. He had heard there
were such things, and once he had
seep a picture of a flag on a poster,
but that was a long time ago, and he
had almost forgotten it. He had lived
in the woods all his life and had
never been more than 13 miles from
home. He wanted to know what the
flag meant, and listened in silence
when this was explained to him. He
did not know how to read or write,
and had never heard that the Fourth
of July was any different from any
other day.
Yet It Often Is.
Old furniture should not be simply
“old” and valued as such, but should
be an example of the highest art of its
period, and the result of application of
the mind and time of trained artists in
*ts construction. Its presence in the
modern home, or as an inspiration to
the collector, is the appeal of the past
—that past which reaches out ever to
the present and sends its impulse on
to the future in art, architecture, lit
erature or history. It is the uncon
scious bequest of those who have
lived, and loved, and planned, and in
dying left to posterity something for
the good of humanity or the beauti
fying of surroundings.—Harper’s Ba
zaar.
The Lift of the Heart.
When we stand with the woods around
us
And the great bounds overhead;
When the wind blows cold on our fore
heads
And the breath of the pines Is shed;
When the song of the thrush is ringing—
Wonderful, rich, apart—
Between the sound and the silence
Comes a sudden lift of the heart.
When we seek with the clearer vision
That gr.ef the revealer brings
F <r the threads that are shot together
Tn the .dose-wrought web of things.
And find that pain is woven
Into love and joy and art—
Between the search and the solace
Comes a sudden lift of the heart.
And when life's farthing candle
(Jutters and flares and sinks;
When the eye no longer wanders
And the brain no longer thinks;
-When only the hand plucks idly
.Aj the sheet till the spirit part
Doesi there come between living
(Tying
A sudden lift of the heart?
—Atlantic.
and
Bank of France Dividend.
The Bank of France has paid as
dividend for the first six months of
ihe year 67 francs 70 centimes gross,
and 65, francs net, the same as dis
tributed in the first half of 1903.
Residents of Quebec.
Quebec province, Canada, is the
home of 1,322,115 persons of French
descent. Quebec province has only
290,000 of British descent.
Not Live Stock.
They were out along the lake shore.
The old man was evidently the father
of the younger. The old one, too,
was evidently from the country. The
younger lived in Chicago. On the
heach were t thousand or more hath*
ers. The old man eyed them for a
while.
•‘I’ll ket these people live in the
city," h? observed, indicating with a
nod a number of per.-ens of ail ages
and both sexes and in every style of
bathing costume.
“Indeed!” remarked the younger
one, indifferently.
“Well, sir,” continued the old man.
“you jest look at their legs ’longslde
er the country people’s. Why, they
ain’t no comparison. The city folks
ain’t got no calves to their legs.
'Cause why? I’ll tell ye. They ride
tip and down town to business and
to shop. When they get to the*office
and to the stores, up they go In ele
vators, and wbsn they get out they
eome down in Vm. At the hotel or
home to the apartment, elevator
ag’in. Calves don’t get no chance to
As the rural philosopher strolled off
to another part of the beach he gave
the younger man a shot:
“That’s the reason, you take my
word for it, that the city folks’ legs
when they git into bathin’ suits look
like a couple of match sticks or a
No. 11 on a door plate.”—Chicago In
ter Ocean.
That Time of Emptiness.
I overheard the following conversa
tion recently and It set me thinking,
says a writer in the Brown Book of
Boston.
“Why does not Mr. Brown retire
from business? Surely he has made
enough to retire on.”
“Certainly,” said the other, “he has j
plenty to retire on; but, unfortunately,
to use Mr. Carnegie’s famous phrase,
‘he has nothing to retire to.’ ”
That was exactly the case. With
all the rich man’s getting, he had got
ten nothing to which he could turn for
happiness and employment when
once the machinery of business
ceased.
k should be part of the education
tv»a vnntier to store in some safe
place in the heart and fancy a voca
tion, or even a harmless fad; one
which he or she may not have time
for in the rush of life, but to which
he happily turns now and then with
the loving whisper, “by and by.” To
most people, if they live to early old
age, comes a time of comparative
emptiness. Old friends have dropped
by the way; too much reading tires
one; social pleasures pale. Then,
oh! then bring out the buried treas
ure, the thing you have waited for
opportunity ant? time to do—and do
it!
Defends the Japanese.
An important Russian provincial
journal, the Southern Review, severe
ly criticises the Spanish Prince Don
Jaime’s sweeping allegations of in
humanity on the part of the Japanese
troops, and maintains that all Russian
and foreign correspondents are unan
imous in praising the humane treat
ment of the Russian prisoners by the
Japanese. The journal adds that Gen.
Kuropatkin’s testimony has confirmed
these euloaies.
The turf grows as green in Illinois
as In Ireland—in places. There are
pine and spruce trees in the forests
of Wisconsin and Michigan as tall and
lair as any in Norway. Milwaukee,
it is averred, brews as good beer as
Munich. And, incontestably, the sun
shines as bright and water runs as
clear in the new world as in the old.
Yet sooner or later the American
citizen of foreign birth begins to doubt
these and similar facts, or if he ad
mits them he is still conscious of a
feeling that sunshine, green fields,
mountains, trees and ruins are at
least placed in happier combination
in his native land than elsewhere.
Then, in spite of his pride in his
Americanism—a pride which is often
intense—he has an inward and grow
ing conviction that the customs of
that native land are in some respects
j immeasurably superior to those of the
j land of his adoption.
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There comes a time, at last, when
the call of country sounds clearly and
unmistakably in the alien s ear. He
hears it as he sits at his desk, and he
drops his pen and closes his ledger;
as he tills his field, and the plowshare
i0, left to rust; it comes to him in
the darkness of a Pennsylvania mine
and in the biaze of an Arizona sun,
amid the whir and clatter of shops
and mill or in silent desert solitudes
—an imperative, insistent call.
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Forthwith the vague hope our for
eign-torn citizen has cherished blos
soms into an actual and definite pur
pose; the difficulties that oppose them
selves to its achievements are exam
ined—and truly they do not appear to
be great now that the purpose is
formed. A few days of a land jour
ney; a week, or little more, of a sea
voyage, the expenditure of a few paltry
dollars and the thing is practically
done. Certainly not a great deal of
expense for the ocean voyage if one
does not insist upon the pomp and
luxury of a saloon passage. That
would be very well if one were con
tent to wait for the attainment of
wealth, but when one is obeying the
call of home it is different and a few
days, more or less, of trivial discom
fort in the steerage seems insignifi
cant. Here is a newspaper clipping
that one of the big steamship lines
has cut its eastward steerage passen
ger rate $10. That would bring it to
less than $20, 0«x?’s heart’s desire
tor $20!
There are a few other items of ex
| pense to be considered, but the At- i
lantic has always seemed to be the 1
'nsuperable barrier between the for- i
eign-born citizen and home.
Now he wonders why he has never I
looked into the thing before. Well. I
he will go, that much is certain. And
so the days from the time that his i
decision, is made are full of the activi- j
ties of preparation and the nights are !
sleepless, with feverish anticipation, j
A thousand pictures of the scenes of
his youth present themselves to his !
imagination with astonish’ng vivid- !
ness. His memory becomes crowded j
with the faces of folk he had forgotten j
or thought he had forgotten, and his
heart yearns for an actual sight of
them. He hardly realizes that the
children he remembers have become
Forgotten by Most.
men ana women, tnai me oioommg
siaidens of lang syne are by this time
comfortable olderly matrons and that
those he left in their prime must be
bowed down by age and its Infirmities.
Then, too, the fact that he has been
wholly and utterly forgotten by most
of those very folk of whom he thinks
with such fond warmth of affection is
yet to be forced upon him.
The home-goer finds himself at
length standing in the magnified shed
of the steamer dock in New York,
among five hundred-odd other second
and third class passengers. (The
“steerage,” be it understood, has been
abolished—it is “ttiird-class” now, and
there is a difference apart from the
name, as shall hereafter be shown.)
There are two gang planks leading to
the steamer, which elsewhere is con
cealed from view by a high board
fence; one of these gang planks is
amidships and is guarded with snowy
canvas along its length. That is for
the first-class passengers. The other
is placed aft, is plain and somewrhat
dingy; it is closed, moreover, with
ropes. A clause of the instructions to
passengers in the third-class tickets
wares them to be on board at least
two hoars before the advertised time
of departure, which is 10 o'clock in
Over the Gangway.
tne morning. it is past s now, but
apparently the second and third class
quarters are not yet in readiness and
the punctuality of the passengers is
rewarded by a dreary wa't.
All things come to an end at last,
however, and eventually the ropes are
removed and the crowd goes over the
gangway with a rush—“single women
and families aft. single men for'ard.”
Forward and aft they troop, down the
hatchways to the lower decks, there
to become involved in hopeless contu
sion. It is evident that there is no
immediate chance of an assignment of
quarters, and friends are waiting on
the dock to wave a last farewell; so
they clamber back, bag and baggage,
to the upper deck and there lean over
the bulwarks and wait for the start.
Presently the steamer begins to toot
hoarsely ar.d the crowd on the deck
begins to wave hats and handkerchiefs
and shout farewells, which demon
strations are returned from the docks
of the steamer. Flowers are thrown
—which invariably fall short of their
mark into the water or on the wrong
side of tl>.» fence. Then nothing hap
pens and the handkerchief waving sub
sides and painfully constrained smiles
appear on the faces of the passengers
and their waiting friends. It is one
of the greatest sorrows of parting to
be obliged to stand and grin for ten
or fifteen minutes at a stretch at the
friend you are “seeing off.”
The third-class gang plank is haul
ed away and after a pause the first
class gang plank goes also. A few
more minutes of agony and the whis
tle sounds again, a bell jingles some
where, the big hawsers are cast off
and the black leviathan slowly, almost
imperceptibly, begins to back out from
the dock. The home journey has be
gun.—Kennett Harris in Chicag i
News.
Tight Shoes Caused Trouble.
A lady was traveling on a train.
She carried in her arms a baby who
cried piteously, and nothing which she
could do seemed to pacify the child.
The poor mother was getting worn
out, when a benevolent-looking gentle
man who sat behind her, leaned for
ward and said, in a low tone:
“Madam, perhaps the baby’s shoes
hurt its feet.” The woman did not ap
pear to be particularly pleased at this
suggestion, which she perhaps consid
ered in the light of an interference,
but nevertheless she removed the
child’s shoes. The baby stopped cry
ing almost instantly, and in a couple
of minutes was fast asleep.
Had to Search His Memory.
Beerbohm Tree tells that recently,
while playing golf, he had a particu
larly silent and stupid-looking caddie,
who followed close at his heels with
out saying a word. But since silence
| sometimes speaks louder than words,
the actor was nervous and, after a
particularly bad drive which seemed
to demand an apology, exclaimed:
“Did you ever see a worse player on
ihese links?’’ The caddie said noth
ing. A still worse drive from the next
tee called forth the same query, fol
lowed by the same silence. Finally.
“I say, did you ever see a worse play
er?” The caddie stared silently for a
few moments. “I heard what ye said
richt enough,” he at last slowly re
plied; “I’m just theenking.”
Value of Pneumatic Tubes.
Pneumatic tubes now take letters
from Twenty-third or Forty-second
street. New York, to the general post
office downtown in less than four min
utes. A special delivery letter is de
livered anywhere in the residence sec
tion of the city quicker than a tele
graph message will Gnd its way to the
rtlflrp
Howells Not an Authority.
Mr. Hamilton Mabie tells of a gen
ial dispute with reference to the words
“lunch” and "luncheon’’ that once
arose between Mr. and Mrs. William
Dean Howells.
The novelist contended that “lunch”
wa§ proper, while his wife favored
“luncheon.” Finally the dictionary
was consulted. “Well, I was right,”
chuckled Mr. Howells, when he had
found the reference, and he read aloud
an extract quoted as showing the cor
rect usage:
“We lunched fairly upon little dishes
of rose leaves, delicately prepared.”
“From what author is the extract
taken,” queried Mrs. Howells.
“William Dean Howells,” was the
smiling reply.
“Tut, tut!” exclaimed the wife.
“He’s no authority!”
Germany’s Foreign Trade.
Fdr the first time this year, Ger
many’s foreign trade for May showed
a decrease in both imports and ex
ports. Imports amounted to 4,026,
400 tons, or 111,680 tons less than for
May, 1903, and exports were 3,010,300
tons, feeing a, drop of 203,600 tons,
The editor who has worn thread
aare the reference to his “sanctum
*anctorujn,” may call his shrine the
‘most adyta” or the “inner pene
tralia.” If this does not send his sub
scribers to the dictionary, they are
an intellectual lot.
We can take nothing with us when
we die, but we may leave a bushel or
so of good deeds and a will to fight
over, if we are careful as we plod
through life.
Some women remind us of an air
engine. They jam wind as regularly
as the caloric mechanism, and they
never miss a revolution to let anyone
else get in a word edgewise. That’s
what always makes us mad!
George Eliot says our way is il
lumined by the lamp of Reason, which
leads us to remark that a great many
people seem to wander into the shad
ows to pick blackberries!
It frequently happens that an assist
ant does most of the work. Then
somebody loses his job—but it isn’t
the assistant. If you would be well
served, don’t let your helper get you
on the platter.
The Sylvia (KaD.) Sun editor went
out walking and after admiring the
landscape awhile, strolled down to the
depot and found a lot of freight from
mail order houses addressed to peo
ple of his town. A little more adver
tising in the Sun on the part of home
merchants might have cut dow’n the
size of these orders considerably.
An exchange says that Mr. Frei
holtz is “laying” at the point of death.
If the unfortunate man would cease
usurping the prerogative of the fecun
dloun hen and keep quiet, he might
recover.
Man laughs at the ignorance of fish
I snapping at the gaudy allure, but he
i frequently takes allure, hook, sinker
and all, himself.
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If one only could have the ague in
August, it wouldn't be so bad. Almost
anything with a cold chill in it would
be acceptable during dog days.
A man may be a*hero to all but his
typewriter. That dinged thing seems
to take delight in reminding him that
he cannot spell.
A broken-down automobile seeks the
curb. If you cannot keep up with the
procession you must deflect from the
middle of the road.
If people would use their night
latches to exclude the devil as they
do to bar out burglars, this would be
a better and a happier world.
The man ahead frequently meets
death as a penalty for prominence.
To excel means added dangers and
responsibilities.
More of the altruistic spirit and less
of the spirits frumenti, would lessen
the criminal statistics of this coun
try.
The handles on the coffin of the
man that fought and ran away did
not cost $4.50. He is not yet dead.
The buoyancy of a glass of effer
vescing spirits is all on top. The head
ache is in the bottom of the glass!
There Is sediment in the life cup I
of everyone, but the wise man sips
gently, roiling it not.
Spend your money as you go along
—and walk when your money’s gone.
Almost any man can make a great j
speech before the mirror in his own j
room!
A baby and a woman are frequently
alike in that both of them hacker for
the things they cannot have.
Some people are born rich, while
others strike a diaper-pin the first
week.
The atmospheric aspect suggests a
long cold winter. Save your cobs!
The grace of some women is only
exceeded by the flexibility of their
corset stays.
The plowman may be rough and
simple, but he neyer has the automo
bile face.
“The ‘ai’ Is the name of a three
toed sloth,” says an exchange. That’s
right, print the news!
Trials make the heart brave.
Weak is he who never won o’er self.
He is a strong man that lets not
Time put rancour in his heart.
Travel broadens the mind, but it
flattens the pocketbook.
A woman with a new fall outfit al
ways welcomes a frost.
Home without a woman In it Is
just a place to stay.
Hash, when uneaten, is like a cat;
it has nine lives.
No man ever died from wounds in
flicted by Cupid. •
Many a man's house is built of
aloes-wood.
Getting sort of Autumny out in the
country!
The corn sucker succors the bull
caif.
There is no balm that Juft is regret.
T/>re will have little of Reason.
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<L BYRON WILLIAMS
We used to call ’em “hired girls”
but now they are known as “maids.”
Why not dub the hired man “the aid
de-camp” and put him on a social
equality with the women? He is cer
tainly an aid and he decamps quite
as often as the domestic.
A sympathetic optimist once found
a starving mule. Taking the animal
to his stables, he fed and groomed
him until the mule was fat and sleek.
Then the mule kicked the man and
broke his leg. That mule was almost
human, wasn’t he?
Some men give their brawn, t k ;r
brain and their wife’s alimony to t- ■
pointed out in the market place as a
hot tuber. Not all the fools are spen 1
ing their money on gold bricks.
Many a man that couldn’t build a
ben-house without fencing himself in
side, has found fault with a great
work. It takes few brains to criticize,
but conception and force to do great,
tho’ often imperfect, works!
There is much war in this country
without the alarm of the tocsin. A
rolling pin makes small noise on the
billiard-ball portion of a married man's
skypiece.
It’s queer that the people who have
no alms are always the ones to pro
claim their beneficence did they pos
sess the means.
The small boy’s definition of “aloof*
was: “The opposite of what happens
when sister and her beau are under
an umbrella on the sandy shore.”
Washington Post—A preacher who
went to a Kentucky parish, where the
parishioners bred horses, was asked to
invite the prayers of the congregation
for Lucy Grey. He did so. They
prayed three Sundays for Lucy Grey.
On the fourth he was told he need not
do it any more. “Why,” said the
preacher, “is she dead?” “Xo,” an
swered the man, “she won the Derby.”
When the poplars show the white
side of their leaves, rain is presaged.
This never fails except when Jupiter
Pluvius doesn’t see that side of the
leaves.
The poet refers to the tinkling of
+he innumerable feet of the raindrops.
That must be what makes the light
ning kick so! ,
There is more disease in the imagi
nation than in the appendix, but the
worst of it is the doctors cannot oper
ate on the former.
It is so much easier to know fcov
to do a thing than to do it, that an
army of chronic faultfinders are kept
busy grumbling.
Every married woman's expense ac
count should be worth something to
her when hubby lets her pay the bills.
The omniscient wise-acre frequently
gets his fingers burned at the fires of
experience along with the rest of us.
The straight and narrow path ha*
no masonry on either side. The trav
eler must look to his own course.
Many a woman who has altered her
name at the altar finds she has added
an “h” in the alter—ation!
Most people think they think they
are not half so good looking as they
know they are.
There is alloy in all men, but it
takes a woman to find the percentage.
It frequently happens that the feet
of a man whose head is in a rainbow,
are in a mire of mud.
The drink tastes better to the stingy
man when the other fellow buys it.
Every dog has his day except dur
ing dog days, when he has several.
A rebellious soil is poor sustenance
for roses. A heart that hates has lit
tle room for love!
He that always is alert for a new
job seldom holds an old one long
enough to get a raise.
The only time a man doesn’t want
to be a boy again is when he thinks
of boneset tea.
Some men drink so much one al
most expects to see fins growing on
their backs.
Expectation is a var^-hued soap
bubble. Realization comes when the
bubble bursts.
The man that refuses to worry has
made progress along the philosophical
way of life.
An open air ooncert is usually free
—after the fiddler is paid.
The frenzy of flnanco lays up few
treasures in heaven.
A reckless man usually gets his
name in the papers.
Many a man has sobbed “Alas!" be*
cause of a lass.
Where did you put the snow-shovel
last spring?
The woods begin to listen like iPali,
don’t they?
A /cheerful heart Is an alien to
trouble.
A woman's reason is her own be
lief.
Distress is no respecter of persona.
Husked your pumpkins yet?.
