:T nis doe to the initiative of and to the preparations made by Mr () F Norton of New York and fo his kindness In including me in the party, that I os* this oppon unit y to set forth here a brief account of the huti'lcg trip taken by Fred Kmub. Harry Whitney and myaair during the summer of IMS on the sailing steamer Knk. which sailed as tender to the Kuueevell as far as Ktah. North Greenland, on the anunklr expedition of that year, which re suited it. th tiiMOtery of the pole by Com m^ader llol erf K Fear? Whitney was a ■xBUf of tu< party until we left Ktah to re turn WoWr Tie -Mp being our headquarters for the nbole of the trip, ne were able to take along as late* an outfit as we wished In addition to ■ ho usual paraphernal.* we took with u* an Ik tots whaleboat propelled by a three burarpcmi-r gasoline engine Sydney Cape Breton island, was the ren Aesroua fur il.< two skip* of this expedition, the Roosevelt and the Knk. to which place ■•raw and I prutierdyd by train ffom'New York The Knk had coin, from St John's sev eral (L.yr before and was taking on coal and provision* The (looserett arrived on the ieurtes-eth, with Whttr.ey and other members nf the npiilloe with the exception of Com wander (Very. who cause by train on the same da* At Sydney «e met Mr Craft, from Car negie institute. Wasting.or who was to be «nsni a w ♦ ' a|s* * afternoon and the following da# enfeied the harbor a* Turnivik. oor la#' «• the Labrador eons'. in tbe midst of a •bnr-der«tocm Turnivik is a fishing station. w*4 here Cap* Hub Harriett said good-by to lt» father, ('aft William Bartlett, who i# •water of the at at ion The rna through Uuiis atrait. acrosa Bar be *wd Mtirkfr bays, around Tape York and tad« Korth Star bay, a tier* w* waited for the kw-Mtet*. oonaumed nine days, during which CHae ae ot .maul'd our outfit, worked on s •-** *«r the whaleboat and listed for gulls ttia' wouldn't bite We < rows id the srrtie circle uu IW taint#-eighth of July. At midnight on #*# IktrtMtk of July I took a snaps he* pho iwnt* of the shtp from the end of the bow •grtt Tbs Houneret- came In on the third of Auggoh. bsitug stopped at fape York to pick up dugs sad MUtm. and at the suggestion of •'ear# u. lust no tim* in prepa it g for a wal «w bunt f of wander Peary helped us in ncry way pouaible as indeed he had done •urn tbe (tie and toauaued to do until the nepurwted ; i-» using Eskimo guides for an urf udbng us » here to go and what to do • lev. we g*e there. We left tbe ship at three tu tie morning with three Kikimo guides, at -ring our power whaleboat west through Ho.t ii.Uiis wound 'o where Saunders island lifts its steep, bar. aides, washed on the west by the ogw-a water of Baffin buy. In the sound aud about Maaaders island congregale the old bub uairuw. while further north in the Whale wotd regioua at> '•mtui only the ;jm *ly Two Eskimo • uud *n the bear with huipuone trad). 1 s'ikh! •wsl, wnd the others somewhere bcuind ine Abe* wtt> it about 1c feet botn walrus raised then bunds, showing long white tusks rnd thick a*>k# (ttoeiawi will: arc.a As Whit aiuiAAWWyWAWJ’iW/MWW S3V 2~StjF /Zec?r-r c-j T’yjPSCttZ j^O/37’ ney and 1 fired they started sliding off the pans into the water. The Es kimo in the bow. first to throw his har poon. missed the nearest animal as he sank, but the second man i u r c « 11 u*r, ar.d the lin* slipptd out over the bow. tight ening with a jerk as he snubbed it on a cleat. So we had one walrus, at any rate, hard and fast on the business end of the line. When in came up to breathe—for he was far from •1* :ni I fired at him again and missed, and he du k< d under. The same thing happened sev ere times, and though I did finally finish him with a bullet through his brain. I had no idea until then what a lot of practice it takes to shoot accurately out of a boat when rocked >n by small waves, as was ours. The sixth of August was calm and warm, the sun shone brightly and the innumerable pans of floating ice glistened under the slant iir rays, as the Erik shoved her nose into the mouth of Whale sound. ' Just the day for walrus—no wind and they’ll be out on the ice sleeping in the sun.” said Mat Henson, who had come aboard from the KooBevelt to take charge of the hunt; and Mat knew, for he had hunted walrus in Whale sound many a time. In half an hour several pans of walrus had been sighted—it was then four in the morn ing and two boats were launched; Norton. Henson, two Eskimo and myself In a rowboat; Whitney, with a crew, in the launch. We were soon busy. When an animal was killed an oar was hoisted and the ship steamed up to the spot and hauled the dead monster aboard with the winch; the boat shoving oil again to search for more game. Some of the ’’tricks of the trade" were soon learned, for instance: a walrus killed in the water would sink nine times out of ten, and unless there was a harpoon in him would be Most. The same was generally true of one shot on an i'-c pan. unless killed instantly—he would siide off into the water and sink. Our party finally returned aboard exhaust ed. to find that about 40 walrus had been taken. When 1 awoke next morning we were drop ping anchor off a littic Eskimo village named Kangerderlooksoah. situated near the mouth of Ingleflclil gulf. Commander Peary had been with us aboard the Erik since leading North Star bay and said that he would remaiu here long enough to give us a chance at the ranbou. That afternoon we pushed off in the whaleboat, bound for the head of the gulf, our five Eskimo companions as pleased and as < \i ited as children at the idea of a hunt. We v.orked along shore, zigzagging between low /.V.’.V.VAVJ'.VAVAV.'.W.VAV/AW slabs of ice. where sea pigeons floated and little auks dove and flew away as the boat ap proached. Looking over the side one could see their little black-and-white bodies shooting the water, using their wings vigorously and leaving a trail of bubbles behind. Several seals were seen and as we rounded a point half an hour later, another village appeared, the pointed huts hardly distinguishable at first from the pointed rocks. A native came out in a kayak to accompany us ashore. At least half the population expressed a strong desire to go with us. by getting into the boat when we were making ready to leave, a compromise being finally effected by our taking along two fine-looking young bucks each dressed in a new bear and sealskin suit. At seven the next morning the sun burst through the mist and shone on the yt rocks, the white ice in the hay, and also on tne glisten ing black head of a curious seal wallowing about just off shore. Things were moving in no time. The huskies crawled out from under the boat cover and beat their fur clothing with sticks to get out the dampness and the oil stoves were set going in preparation for break fast At eight we started inland, accompanied by the Eskimo hunters, carrying rifles and a few biscuits. The first ridge rose sharply from the shore, the trail beyond leading up a broad. rtVeky val ley. Here we separated, my two guides turn ing up a dry creek bed. It was hard traveling over the broken rock in the valleys and the steep slants of the ridges, and my .405 Winches ter got pretty heavy before we sighted the first game, in the shape of two blue-gray caribou bulls, feeding at the edge of a rock-rimmed pond. One of the huskies and I circled around the down wind side and crawled on our bellies up to a big boulder near the head of the pond, bringing both animals within range. As we reached the boulder abd peeked cautiously around it the nearer caribou began to get un easy and started out of the water, but pulled up on the bank, at a range of about 100 yards, long euough to get himself properly shot. At that distance liis coat was much the same shade of gray as the rocks on which he fell. Not long after leaving this pond we killed, between us. 15 ptarmigan with the .22 rifle. A few hours later, standing on the top of a high ridge looking across a big valley with a lake at the bottom, the inland ice cap could be plain ly seen curving down, smooth and white, smoth ering all but Ahs narrow strip of barren land along the coast; and at the foot of the ridge on the other side, standing ankle deep at the edge of another little pond, were two more caribou, a bull and a cow. We dropped hack of the crest of the ridge and. following down a ravine fur ther on, came out on a level with the pond, hid den from the sight of the game by a small hum mock of rock. Ily crawling to the top of the hummock we were able to get a view of the pond. The caribou were still there, but lying down among the stones, and so like them In color that they were very hard to locate without the glasses—though only 300 yards distant, as 1 J&Z.Y I — ujizjecs& 1 afterward placed it. It was useless to try ta get nearer, as there was no cover, and 1 tired at the bull and could see he was hit by the way he staggered as he jumped up and tried to run. The cow jumped up also and stood still, broad side on, and when I fired at her I could hear the bullet strike very plainly. Though it did not knock her down, she seemed unable to run, and another shot put her out of her misery. While still at this pond the two Eskimo hunt ers with.whom Whitney started out chased a tow and'calf on the run right past us. 1 hit the cow in the^side at the third shot and the calf stopped and was killed by one of the Eskimo. We now had six caribou—a fair supply of meat—and two extra men to help carry it in. as the other party had had no luck. So I left them to bring in what they could and started for camp alone. On the way 1 killed the biggest bull of ail. He was alone on a hillside and I got within range without much difficulty. 'Whit ney was in cantp and said he had seen no cari bou and Norton came in a couple of hours later, tired and disgusted, having shot a calf. Our second attempt at walrus hunting in Whale sound was practically a failure, the weather being unfavorable. The Erik was head ed for Etah. where we found the Roosevelt. At Etah the shore rises abruptly on both sides of the harbor and the sharp, rocky hills were dot ted with Arctic hares. They are white with black-tipped ears all the year around and have extremely long and powerful hind legs, often running along almost upright for considerable "distances. They were very shy when we ar rived. having been hunted for some days by men from the Roosevelt. During the ten days spent at Etah the Roose velt was making ready for her dash northward. The two ships lashed together, transferred sup plies, coal and the vile-smelling whale meat, which we had carried for so long aboard the Erik. Coal and provisions were landed and the day before the Roosevelt sailed was spent in transferring some 250 dogs from an island, where they had been put ashore, to the Roose velt's deck. Early in the afternoon of the eighteenth of August the Roosevelt showed by signal that she was ready to start north. At the time the Erik was tied to the rocks, landing coal, and the Roosevelt was anchored further up the bay. The captain. Norton. Whitney and 1 rowed over to her and Commander Peary invited us into his cabin, where we drank a glass of brandy to the health of all on board and to the success of the expedition, shook hands with everyone we could find amid the bustle and preparation of starting, and rowed back to the Erik. Whitney had de cided to winter at Etah, and we left him there on the twenty-first, dropping him astern in his rowboat about an hour’s run out. Here we were homeward bound and not a sight had we had of the greatest and most de sired arctic game, the white bear. It was near ly a mouth later before we did see one. We killed a few more walrus, arctic hares and birds on our way south, visited the Greenland Danish settlements at Cpernavik, Disco and Holstenberg and crossed Davis strait, striking the coast on the west side near the mouth of Cumberland gulf. On the twenty-second of September, off the Labrador coast, we ran into an iceberg, the shock breaking open the old Erik pretty well back to the pavement. Fortunately the damage was about two feet above the water line; very fortunately, as none of the boats happened to he in a condition that would permit quick launching. The crash came about eight o'clock on a aright, starlight evening, with the northern lights shifting across the sky and probably blot ting out the berg until it was too late to escape collision. This accident seemed to take the life right out of the old ship, though she had with „stood so many dangers in the past, and it was a crippled old Erik with a badly smashed nose that finally dropped anchor in Brigus harbor. Art of Eating an Apple At It* ant •* Munched While Sitting mm m Fence, but There Are Other Wijrt. Tk, apftb- le so -t.cijriusit *a*a > Iruii It ts the black sheep mt the frail laraUj the tramp and ruadrter >oel ae the berries are the Mine and be**ar* To eat aa ap ple at a trb»e la t» treat It alth all o*r«gard of it3 charm and character; to approach it with knife and plate 1 i> to take the hopelessly wrong road to its good graces. It should be , munched out of doors, preferably with others in one's pockets. An apple is at its best If eaten while sitting on a J lenre. It then admits you to its sweet I • st Juices, and so attuned is it to the ;osture, so grateful for your under standing of Its proper environment and for the spirit of your attack, that any apple, even a lamentably gnarled one, contrives at such a time to he not wholly unworthy of your atten tion. An apple always incites to theft, se ducing the most carping moralist, and yet making theft seem right, seem the only sane act. In the very moment of your downfall. Apples love wander ers. approve of homeless people and followers of the highway. They ea courage them by growing near the I road and doing their best to sustain j and nourish. Even in a city apples j hold their own and exert their influ ence. They make opera goers stop at fruit stands and in the flare of a gas' jet drop carefully chosen apples into a vulgar, undisguised paper bag. With its pleasant bulge against one's side one's habits change, sinking to a dis tinctly informal plane. Apples are j above all an informal fruit and they i argue that opera clothes have no 1 weight against the enticing if rowdy ish diversion of a ride on the top of a motor bus, air and apples being sufficient pleasure to Justify the fail of any man. They argue so well, backed by their wholesome, lawless tastes, that one must needs agree, annd providing the apple sets the tons they make any lark a success. When you see a woman with a hand painted face it's a safe bet that she has either had trouble or is looking for it. I Salted Ghosts By LAWRENCE ALFRED CLAY I Copyright, 1310, by Associated Literary Press Mrs. George Armstrong, relict of i George Armstrong of the village of ; Brunswick, had passed her year of ; mourning, and there were gossips in ! the village ^nean enough to say that ' she was in the market again. Of ] course they did her injustice. No j widow is ever in the market. If It so j happens that women contract a sec ' ond marriage, it is a matter of sur prise to them. They didn't plan to, i and how they came to do it is a mat 1 ter to puzzle them. It was true that the widow Arm strong was looked upon with favor by several men. There was the piano tuner that came down from Cleveland every two or three months on his j rounds of the villages. She had no I piano, but he called and discussed grand opera with her. He had long hair and wild eyes and dandruff on his coat collar, and he had thrown out hints that his artistic soul longed for a mate. Then there was the sewing machine man. He had short hair, tame eyes and no dandruff, but he had his good points. He had committed pages and pages of Shakespeare to memory, and between the way he could spout them and repair a sewing machine was something to make a widow sit up md think. And then there were the village I outeher, the lightning rod man. the fruggist over at Liverpool and the man who came twice a year to sell he farmers fertilizers and labor sav ing machinery. For not being on the market, and or a woman who did not in the least ! encourage the flattery of men, the •vidow Armstrong was well provided ; for. The last, but not least, of her tdrairers was the village carpenter. His name was Phillips, and he was t bachelor. He was a coy man and | t shy man. Of course he couldn't Fly for Theii Lives. ; always run away when he saw a woman coming, but he talked as little is he could and got away as soon as , he could. He hadn't married simply 1 because he was shy. It was when the widow Armstrong laid off her weeds that a great event j happened in the life of Mr. Phillips. He found himself thinking of her— not thinking whether she wanted a , summer kitchen built on to her house, , or the picket fence repaired, but of her as a prospective wife. He thought and blushed. He thought and dodged. He thought and felt chills. It was | no use to banish the thoughts! Once . they got a foothold they stuck by him j like a porous plaster. But what i could the poor man do? There he was. born shy and coy. and the widow might marry 20 times over be I fore he would dare to tell her of his | love- He did brace himself to walk | by her house, and to bow to her. and | to sit in the pew behind her at j church, but at the same time he real ; ized that widows are not won that way. He even went so far as to put * H hinge on her gate and make her a press board gratis.' but was that courting and telling her that he could not live without her? And all the while Mr. Phillips was loving and hoping and dispairing, he was hearing from the gossips how this or that man was laying siege to the w idow s heart. He just groaned as he listened to the talk. Then the hour came to him when it must be either suicide or a bright idea. The bright idea came just as he was selecting a rope and a limb. The widow Armstrong had had a , pleasant day of it. The butcher, the ; piano tuner and the lightning rod [ man had all called the same after ' noon and laid their hearts at her feet. She hadn't refused and tram pled on them—oh, no! She had sim ■ ply said that she felt honored, and j if In the far-distant future—years and years in the future—should she j desire to marry again— They had to be content with this Xo wise widow ever turns a man down so completely as to leave him with out a hope to cling to. Mrs Armstrong went to bed happy and fearless, but at midnight she was | awakened by sounds that made her ■ sit up in bed and gasp for breath Her bedroom window looked out on the garden, and the sash was raised. • "Widow Armstrong,” said a voice j that was certainly not human, “I j am here to warn you!” She looked out. Under the apple tree stood a ghost. It was none of the vapory ghosts that wave for ward and backward over the ground, but a solid-looking chap in white who stood firmly on his feet. "Widow,” continued the voice, "be : ware of the piano tuner! He is doomed to go mad! Beware of the butcher! He will slay you as you i sleep, if you marry him! Beware o( the lightning rod man. He will get your last dollar and then abandon you! Beware! Beware! Beware!” And then Mr. Ghost retreated noiselessly and gave the frightened widow a chance to get her breath. All the rest of the night she lay with her head covered up and expecting the summons any moment, and she was a happy woman when the roost ers began crowing for daylight. Did she rush off to tell the neigh bors as soon as she had eaten her breakfast? Not a bit of it. If she had told of the ghost she must have repeated the ghost's words. She wasn't going to tell of those three offers of marriage and set other tongues to wagging. And before noor came she began to doubt the ghost She went out to the apple tree, and she found tracks on the soil—track? of boots, or she didn't know track? when she saw them. Some one had wrapped himself In a sheet, an;) some one had held a peach stone ic : his mouth while he talked. Unen a man trifles with a widow he doesn't know what he is going tc get. When this widow had decided that she was being guyed by some one she went across the street and borrowed a shotgun to shoot cats with, and paid a boy ten., cents to load it with powder and salt and show her how to fire it. Xo ghost came that night or the next. On the third day the Liverpool druggist drove over and eased his j palpitating heart by a confession and a proposal. His tracks were hardly cold when in came the sewing ma chine man. He must tell her of hia love or perish. He was permitted to i tell. The fertilizer man had meant 1 to be first, but came in third, being unavoidably detained by Deacon Robinson. He also loved and had to Tell of it or run the risk of an ex ! plosion. To each of the last three the widow returned the same answer as to the first three. Six proposals in a week, and six men going away fairly happy. When it is figured right down, any widow is a blessing to the land. Midnight again. The widow Arm strong sleeps. The shotgun leans against the wall,. The ghost comes across the garden with noiseless feet. Cats take one brief glance and fly for their lives. "W idow, I am here to warn you again! Do not marry the sewing ma chine man! “Do not marry the drug store man! “Do not marry the fertilizer man!” The widow slipped softly out of bed. There stood the ghost under the apple tree. He had the same white sheet around him—same peach stone in his mouth! She reached for the old gun, and as the ghost turned to be swallowed up in the night, she fired. There was a yell and a fall The ghost had teen salted. Boots and legs kicked the air—the sheet was thrown off, and the next minute the widow was out door and bending over a man and saying: "Why — why—it’s Mr. Phillips! i Why—why—what on earth!” “I—I didn't want you to marry anybody but me!” he exclaimed as he struggled to his knees. "But I didn't know you cared for me!" "But I do!” “Well, come In and sit down, and we'll see how badly you are hurt.” “But 1 can't—can't sit down!” "Then come over tomorrow and stand up and tell me you want me for a wife and maybe I'll say yes!” History of a Tennessee Town There are some persons who think that Harriman, Tenn.. was named after the late E. H. Harriman. but Horace M. Carr of that town, who is at the Wol cott, says it was named after Gen. Walter H. Harriman, who was an offi cer in the Federal army and who with a brigade camped on the present site of the town in the Civil war. •'General Harriman's son started a land company, which laid out the town in 1S90," said Mr. Carr. "Harriman was started as a prohibition town, and it is still that way It has nov. about 4,500 inhabitants and is a manufacturing center. There are farm implement works, cotton mills, a tannic acid fac tory and a mantel mill The govern ment is now putting up a $50,000 post office building, and while for a time the town was at a standstill it is now growing again. Business is largely supplied by the coal, iron and lumber industries. The timber industry fs re viving and there is an immense quan h^od°f harJ WOOdS iD the neighbor n=a" !len Ha:rima“ "as first settled it rn TnS r°m half ,he stutes in the I nion but now native Tennesseeans seem to be in the majority \ork Sun. ew Valuable Knowledge. "And these?" we asked as we were usher into a room filled with children deeplj immersed in stud)'. "They are learning." said the nri^ cipal. "the difference ’twixt tweedle i.uni and twpedl^de?!” We were not a little struck. ”Ru, We °bieCted- 'Worth ** "Oh. entirely sol” rejoined the prin cipal. "When they grow up thev will be able, with a very little assistance from the agent, to distinguish a car of the current year’s model from a car of the year previous, thus to save themselves much humiliation and loss of social rating."—Puck.