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AVJ3 you ever known fenr,
(ho stnrk fear of n Blow,
lingering, painful, nbom
Inablu death 7" remarked
.lames K. Smith, FlBhory
Guardian at Lower Shag
Harbor, Shclburno Coun
ty, Nova Scotia. "I have.
Imprisoned in a capsized
So
U'lmi'l, gnawed by hunger, tortured
by thirst, ntcoped in a horror of holp
loHBtieHB, rneltod by n black, blind,
bootlooB rngo of resentment ngalnBt
fate, I knew fenr, tho fear that mnkes
the hair bristle, the Hnllvn In tho
tnoutli turn Bait and bitter, tho prrapl
ration come out in clammy beads on
tho forehead, the huart nlmost stop
boating." Then Mr. Hmlth told this
tale:
On Wednesday, May 9, 1877, tho
schooner Cod-Seeker, bound from Hal
ifax to Harrington, wan running bo
foro nn ciiHterly gale. Iter master
was Philip llrown; her crow num
bered fourteen hands all told.
A while boforo nine o'clock tho
lookout reported breakers ahead.
Capt. Urown claimed that tho white
Hpares booh woro only the reflections
of the Capo Light upon tho wavcB;
and he kept her going, though somo
of the older men criticized him sharp
ly for doing ho. I didn't like tho look
of things, but I was little inoro than
a boy then.
Tho schooner stormed along, grow
ing wilder in her motions, but bb noth
ing happened I soon went down in
to tho forecast.) for a drink.
Ilcforo I could ralso tho dipper to
my lips the schooner gave a wild
lurch and flung over on hor beam
ends, and I went sliding to lcownrd.
Tho schooner lay on her sido, with
ber spars flat on tho sea, and tho wa
ter roared, into her through hatch
ways and companions. Getting to
my feet I hauled myself up toward tho
companion, and tried to get out. I
might as well have tried to crawl
through a slulce-gato. Tho rush of
vtho water splayed my fingers apart.
Boon tho bows plunged downward,
and tho water whelming In wi'h great
er force Bwept mo out of tho compan
ion. I fell down on a heap of wreckage
on tho side of tho ship, struck my
head against something and was
tunned for a spaco. When I got
my wits I was Btandlng up with ray
feet in tho mouth of a berth and
against tho ship's sido, and tho water
up to my nrmplts and a rafllo of float
ing wreckage about me.
In a few seconds inoro I wub strug
gling in a whirlpool of Icy waters,
beating my hands against tho flotsam
of the forecastlo, unable to see any
thing or to get a footing. As tho chip
moved, tho flood in tho forecaBtlo,
rising rapidly, Burgod back and forth,
and onco I becamo entangled in Bomo
half floating blankots and nearly suc
ceeded in drowning myself. Like all
Ashing veaselB she had a largo foro
castlo down In tho bows of her, in the
utter darkness I could not tell ray
whereabouts.
Imprisoned In Capsized Schooner.
For u tlmo 1 was too frantic with
fright to think of getting hold of any
thing. I only thought of keeping my
head above water.
Hut presently tho ship seomed to
grow quiet for a little, and I thought
of getting a grip on somothlng. Strik
ing out 1 ran against a wa'l with an
under slope, felt around, realized that
It was tho deck and, as thorn was
nothing to hold Jhoro, I turned about
and swnm to tho other side.
I paddled about for quite a time.
But at last, stretching my hands out
of tho water, I managed to catch bold
bold of the edgo of a board tho face
board of one of tho weather bunks.
As I held on, taking breath, tho wa
ter rose and, lifted my head and shoul
ders Into tho mouth or tho berth.
1 hastily scrambled on to tho inner
aide, then the top side, of the face-
Doard. x
Whllo I waited appalled, for I know
not what, I becamo aware of a moan
ing sound, and cried out, "Who's
that?"
It was Sam Atwood, a young fellow
about my own ago. Ho was lying on
his stomach on tho Inner or top Bldo
of tho face-board of what had beon
a lower bunk. When tho schooner
was hovo down ho had beon asleep
in his bunk, but somehow ho had
mannged to cling to tho faco-board,
though the mattress and bottom
boards had been rolled out Into tho
forecnstlo. A man can fnco death
better with a friend near him. I grow
, composed and began to tako stock of
,ine situation.
Tho schooner had settled a tho wa
ter got In her and, happily for us, tho
bows wore tho highest part of her.
Wo learned afterward that alio had
drowned two men In tho after cabin.
Tho way sho lay, tho round of tho
star-board bow was tho highest part
of hor, and we wero in tho after tier
of bunks, built against tho bul-jo of
the bow. Out our position was pro
carlouB enough, and neither dry nor
comfortable.
Sluggishly sho rose and fell to tho
beavo of the swell, and wo wero afratd
eho would sink or turn turtle alto
gether. After a tlmo she soemed to bring
up against something with a violent
Jerk, and her head was dragged down
ward, whllo tho water In tbo forecas
tle surged afterward.
Mightily alarmed wo sat a-atraddlo
on tho faco-boards, and prosscd our
noses against tho skin of tho Bhlp in
the anglo inado by tho supporting
kneo of tho deck beam. Wo found a
Itttlo air Imprisoned thoro after our
shoulders and tho backs of our heads
wero under water. Dut hor bows con
tinued to awoop downward and soon
tho water was over our faces. I
thought It would soon ho tho end of
ub. 1 felt as if my head would burst
with the intolerable pressure
THE WRECK OF
THE COD-SEEKER
By COLIN M'KAY
Hut beforo cither of us lost con
sciousness something snapped I
thought it was something giving way
in my brain, Tho schooner's head
roBo swiftly, tho water receded and
wo found ourselves nblo to breatho
attain. Oh, but the air was good I
Trembling, dizzy, exhausted, wo
Btrctnhed ourselves along tho face
boards and rested.
Whnt had happened was this:
When tho Bchooniir was hovo on her
sido tho anchor chain, stowed In a box
on deck, wont overboard, and present
ly, ns sho swopt along with tho tide,
tho end fouled tho bottom and drag
ged hor bond under water. Then a
mlrnclo occurred; tho big link in tho
flhacklo of tho other end near tho wld
Inns broke and allowed hor head to
como up again.
Tho schooner wallowed on hor side.
Shu roso and fell to tho henvo of the
swell, In a hoavy, sickening way, but
sho did not roll much. Often wo
wero ducked under; and tho noises
wero frightful; roaring, snarling
sounds of surf; blood-thirsty gurg
lings, tho dull booming sound of
things beating against the skin of tho
hold.
I was numb with cold, and awfully
weary and beforo long, in splto of the
noises, tho fear of slipping off my
perch, tho horror of It all, I dropped
off into a doze. And ns I dozed I
dreamed tho schooner was hovo down
whllo I was on deck; dreamed that I
saw my chum Will Kenney washed
overboard and dived after him.
Thirst, Cold and Horror.
Thon I woko up to find mysolt
struggling under water. It was was
still pitchdark and for a moment or
so I had no idea whero I was. Aa
my head camo abovo the water I
struck something hard, and down I
went again beforo I could got my
lungs full of air. Half stunned I strug
gled up again, and rammod my head
through a small opening, so small
that I could not got my shoulders
through. My mouth was Just above
water. When 1 tried to struggle
through the opening, tho thing resting
upon my Bhoulders would lift a lit
tle and then press me down till I
could not breathe. I struggled fran
tically, and the harder I strove to
kcop ray mouth abovo water tho more
I seemed to bo forced down.
I could not imagine what kind of a
trap I had got Into, and my imagina
tion was mighty actlvo; JuBt as thoy
say of a drowning man. A moving
picture of my whole life seemed to
flash boforo inc. Every dood of a Bin
ful nnturo I had ever dono seemed to
rUo up against mo, crowding out all
hopo of salvation.
At tho same timo my mind was
wildly searching for 'an explanation
or my plight, and at last, when 1 was
nearly dono for, It struck mo that tho
thing that was drowning mo was the
step-ladder of tho forocastlo-gangway.
That wus it; tbo ladder was floating,
and I had got my head between the
BtepB. I knew what to do then, but
It was not easy to draw my head
down and out, for the bevel of the
stops held my head as In a trap.
Dut at last I managed It, and hook
ed my arms over tho floating ladder
till I got my wind.
I yelled for Sara, but got no answer.
Of course I could not tell whet part of
tho forecastlo I waB In, but I paddled
around and Anally, as a sea lifted me,
I got hold of tho bunk side-board and
hauled myself up inside the bunk. At
wood was still sleeping. I touched
htra, but bo did not wake. I got hold
of some pieces of boards floating Just
below me, and propped theni across
tho mouth of tho berth bo I would
not fall through, and soon I guess I
went to Bleep nguln.
The Yankee Captain Volunteers.
When tho schooner was flung on
her bcnm-endB, ono dory took tho wa
ter right sido up and Bomehow Capt.
llrown, Nat Knowlea tho cook and
John Smith managed to get into it.
Whether they tried to row back and
pick off any or tho other men left
clinging to tho weather rail I don't
know; probably it would havo been
madness to havo tried it in tho sea
then running. Auywny,- they drove
boforo tho galo for several hours, and
then, after passing through a quarter
of a mile of surf, landed on tho south
ern sido of Capo Island. How they
managed to llvo through tho surf has
always been u mystery; but thoy did
and wero Boon at tho houao of Peltck
Nlckoraon telling their tale.
Ntckorson soon carrtod the nows to
Clark'B Harbor, and tho hardy fisher
men of that placo wero roused from
tholr Blumbors to consider means of
rcBcuo. Tho Araorlcan Ashing schoon
er Mntchleas, Capt. Job Crowell, was
lying in tho harbor, where she bad
como tor shelter from tho gale, and
when told of tho disaster her skipper
was qulto as ready to go to tho res
cuo as tho men of the port.
His crew was scattered, but there
wero plenty of men ready to volun
teer. So, by tho first streak of dawn,
tho Matchless with a picked crow
aboard was standing out to sea under
doublo roofs, bound on a mission of
mercy. Into tho teeth of .tho gale,
putting hor bows under to tho fore
mast ovory plungo, thoy drove her out
to whero thoy expoctod to find tho
wreck, and then for long hours they
tacked back and forth, straining their
eyes into tho gloom of tho flying mist.
Whon tho Cod-Seeker was hove
down, tho lino of men who had beon
on deck wero left clinging on undor
tho rail. Thoy held on there for a
whllo. But when sh listed farther
over they feared sho would turn tur
tle Thoy got up on tho side, and
rovo a lifeline between tho foro and
main chain plates to hold on by. In
this position thoy wero exposed to tho
Bcourgo of tho wind and Bpray, and
now and then a heavier sea, making
a clean breach of hulk, would stamp
right over them. Hut they hold on,
and you may imnglno that after day
light thoy searched tho howling seas
with eagor eyes for sign of a sail.
Ab tho morning woro on tho buffet
lngs of tho seas, tho numbing cold,
began to toll on their strength, and
along about noon a towering comber
bursting over them swept ono poor
fellow, Crowell Nlckorson by name,
from tho lifelines, and ho was drown
ed boforo tho eyes of his mates, pow
erless to helpjilm. Ills body becamo
entangled In some cordago, and hung
to leeward.
Naturally this tragedy affected the
splrltB of tho survivors. They watch
od the towering surges rushing down
upon them with a now fear In their
hearts, each man thinking that per
haps tho uuxt big sea would sweep
him to his death. Hut soon they
learned tho calmness and the courago
or despair. Will Konnoy, as a re
qutom to tho dead man to leeward, be
gan to sing:
"Jesus, lover or my soul,
Lot mo to. Thy bosom fly."
All tho men Joined in the good old
song.
And then, Just as they finished tho
last verse, Will Kenney cried: "Look!
Look! A sail!"
The schooner sank Into a trough.
The men waited, their hearts in their
mouths. And when she rose again
all saw tho satis of a schooner swing
ing out or the mist hardly half a mile
to leeward.
Knew Nothing of Rescue.
It was tho Matchless, and the men
on her had already sighted the wreck.
Tack by tack she beat up to windward
and then her big seine-boat was
manned. It dropped under the lee ot
tho wreck, and tho men were picked
off by bolng hauled through the sea
with a line about their waists.
The Matchless picked up her boat
without mishap, and then, because
tt was blowing a gale of wind with a
heavy driving mist making It impossi
ble to see any distance, she was hove
to for tho night.
Next morning, the weather having
moderated,, sho made salt and at three
o'clock In tho afternoon stood into
Clark'B Harbor with the Stars and
Stripes flying at her masthead as a
sign to those on Bhoro that she had
accomplished ber mission.
Meantime Atwood and I, Inside the
hulk, knew nothing of this rescue, and
nobody suspected that we were alive.
As Thursday dragged along we be
gan i to reel tho pangs or hunger and
thirst, and our flesh began to feel be
numbed, the result of our frequent
cold baths. Hut we dared not move
from our perches. In spite of it all I
would fall asleep and dream of the
disaster, or of home and loved ones
and then awaken with a start to a
keener fear and horror of our plight.
The time dragged along and, as the
thirst took a fiercer grip on us) we
ceased to feel the pangs of hunger.
Our tongues swelled and burned; grip
ing pains took ua by the throat; our
muscles ached aa if pricked with hot
pins. Having swallowed so much salt
water, I suffered more than Atwood.
and that afternoon I grew so wild I
cut tho ends of my fingers and sucked
the blood. Hut that did me no aood.
When Saturday morning came we
wero half stupefied with suffering.
Several times wo talked of dropping
into tbo water and drowning ourselves.
And always the temptation to drink
tbo salt water was strong upon us.
Hut wo kept our heads; we hoped
against hope that wo would bo res
cued, and determined to hold out as
long us wo could.
That afternoon tho long swoll began
to subside Tho Bchooner grew quiet
er, uud ceaaed to' duck ub, and tho
fever of our bodies dried our clothes.
Tho fact that tho swell was going
down brought us faco to face with a
now cause of fear the fear that soon
there would not bo sufficient trough
to the sea to cauBo tho main hatch
to blow, and give us fresh air.
Hut wo did not worry greatly over
tho prospect of being stifled for lack
of oxygen; we had nbout exhausted
our capacity for rear; wo were too
sick and miserable generally to bo
much troublod by the appearance or
a now peril.
After Saturday noon it was Just suf
fering and endurance. We seldom
talked; our parched throats and
swollen tongues mado speech painful
and our voices sounded wolrd and un
natural. Nor did we think much. Most
of the time wo lay as In a stupor. Now
and then we dreamed of beautiful ships
all around us, all coming to our res
cue, and would awake with a start to
wonder if wo were going mad. We
lived as in a nightmare, lost count or
time, felt as if we had suffered
through eternity. Wo wero growing
light-headed.
The 8pook of the Derelict.
On Sunday afternoon tho schooner
Ohio or Gloucester, Capt. Edward
O'Dor, was standing up ror-the Cape
Shore when sho sighted something
black floating upon tho waves. Some
of hor crew took It ror a dead whale;
others said It was a wreck; and a
heated argumont ensued. To settle
It, tho captain hauled up to Investi
gate Seeing that it was n vessel bottom-up
ho sent a boat to try to find
out her namo, nnd see ir they could
salvage anything.
So presently 1 thought I heard some
unusual noises, and roused myself
from my lethargy to listen. In a fow
minutes I heard a Bound Ilk" the clang
of Iron on iron; a man cutting nt tne
lanyards of tho forerlgglng with an ax
had hit tho Iron strap or tho deadeyo.
"Thero Is Homebody outside," I
Bald, shaking Sam.
Hut ho showed no Interest,
"It'B only something washing about
tho hold," he answered.
"Let's shout, nnywny," I Bald, and
yelled ns hard as I could:
"Help! Help! Help!"
Over my head there was an answer
ing yell or startlod rrlght, then foot
steps pounding aft and a voice cry
ing: "She's haunted. Get into the boat,
for sake!"
And that chap so frightened the
others that they piled Into the boat
and started to pull awny. Hut, after
recovering from their fright and as
tonishment, they grow ashamed of
themselves and came back.
Meantlmo I had got hold of a stick
and was rapping against tho sido.
Soon I heard raps on the outside I
gave three raps and. there woro three
raps In answer. Wo kept that up for
a few minutes. Then wo heard a man
walking forward on the outside, and
soon a volco called:
"In tho name of God, are you ghosta,
living men or the devil?"
We shouted that we were living
men, and asked them to get us out,
or we would not be living men very
long. The voice asked no questions
for a few minutes as if incredulous,
and then some ofj them got to work
with axes over our headi, whllo the
boat went back to the Ohio ror more
men and axes.
They worked like TroJaiiB, and cut
right through a frame bolt to make
a hole to get at us. When they broko
through, the eruption or Imprisoned
air acted like a whirlwind, and the
water leaped through the hole in a
solid stream fifty feet Into the air.
Small sticks which had been floating
in the forecastle whizzed by our
heads. One man was knocked over as
if by an explosion. They told us af
terward that thereleased air gave off
a sickening stench.
The schooner settled two or three
feet, lurching as If she would turn tur
tle completely, and the men chopped
away with redoubled energy. They
Boon had a hole about nine inches by
eloven Inches.
Rescue at Last.
Atwood, being slim, was pulled
through without trouble, but when I
got my head . and one' shoulder
through, I stuck. Four men got hold
of me and pulled, and at last when
I thought I would be pulled apart I
came tbrougb, minus my vest and sev
eral strips or skin.
The schooner which four days be
fore bad been taut and trim was now
almost bottom-up, lying with her keel
six feet above tbo water and her
weather rail nearly a wash. Her
mainmast was broken off and, far be
low the surface, I could seo a faint
shadow ot canvaB. We thought thon
we were the only survivors.
Was It any wonder I thanked God
for my deliverance?
Capt. O'Dor said, "Come, my boy,
let me help you to tho boat," and took
me by the arm. I thought I could
walk, took a step and went tumbling.
If it hadn't been for the captain I
would have slid Into the sea.
Aboard the Ohio they had made
ready for ub. The cabin table waB
loaded with everything to eat. But
we weren't Interested In food; we
wanted water by the bucketful. They
gave us a teaapoonful, and that only
put, an agonizing edgo on our thirst
We pleaded wildly for more.
But they had realized our condition,
and kept us watting for about fifteen
minutes, and then only gave us an
other spoonful. After what seemed
ages of raging agony they began to
give us a Bpoonful every Ave minutes.
Needless to say, when I was carried
home my parents were beside them
selves with Joy. As they expressed tt,
I was as one risen from the dead. The
news of our rescue spread up and
down the shore, and was generally re
ceived with unbelief. Many people
would not believe we had managed
to live so long In tho capsized vessel,
and hundreds came Jong distances to
see ub.
Aftey I reached home I developed a
high fever and ray feet began to pain
me. I bad no doalro for food; in fact
1 scarcely touched food for two days.
But I was still raging with thirst. I
Wanted water all the time milk or tea
was no good. 1 was allowed a glass ot
water every half hour, butilt was four
dayB from the time we were rescued
boforo I got over that awful thirst.
But my sufferings were not over
then. My feet pained me terribly, and
L couldn't Bleep without a narcotic, and
then only for a short time. Dr.' Clark
who attended me Bald ten drops of the
narcotic would kill the dovll, but I
was so crazy with palii and lack ot
Bleep that I used to cry ror a big dose
every rew hours.
And one afternoon, when mother
was out-and the spasms ot pain were
wracking me, I crawled on my hands
and knees, got up on a chair, took the
bottle or narcotic from the shelf and
drank half the contents. Then I navi
gated my way back to the lounge,
crawled half-way up on it and went
to sleep. That waa the deepest, the
best, most blessed sleep I over had.
The doctor and everybody thought I
had gone to sleep for good and all, but
I camo round in twenty-six hours, feel
ing fresh and fine Out I continued
to sudor great pain In my foot for two
weeks, and it was a month boforo I
could walk.
(Copyright, br Hldswsy Co.)
MtTMTlONAL
ShnsrsiM
Lesson
(By n. O. R-:LLnns. Director of Evenlnit
Department, tlio Moody Bible Institute,
Chicago.)
LESSON FOR FEBRUARY 1
THE UNFRIENDLY NEIGHBOR.
I.K8SON TBXT-Luko 11:1-13.
GOLDBN Ti;XT-"Ask nnd it shall b
HWen unto you: sock, unci yo shall nnd.
knock and it shall be opened unto you."
Luko 11:9.
Tho only record wo havo of this par
able is In this gospel. This portion 01
Scripture Is usually thought or as be
ing a great teaching on prayer. It 1b
that, and It Is inoro than that. It 1b a
great Illustration of the sound princi
ples or pedagogy employed by that
wonderful Bible teacher, our Lord and
Savior.
I. Teaching by example (v. 1). There
waB that In tho prayer life of Jesua
that was different than that of the for
mallstlc religionists of his day, some
thing that Inspired the request, "Lord
teach us to pray." His prayer life was
different, It was effectual. Notice, in
passing, tho respect of iho disciples
"when ho had ceased." If thero Is ono
lesson tho oncoming generation needs
to learn It is that of reverence. Ilia
prayers wero too sacred to permit of
any intrusion. His praying also uwoke
In their memory tho prayer life of
John tho Baptlser. There 1b deep psy
chology here. Observation, memory,
perception, concept, all In their logical
order.
Most Wonderful Prayer.
II. Teaching by formula (vv. 2-4). The
auman mind is weak and needs that
assistance which is to be found in a
clear statement of truth. Not always
can we have the benefit of a strong
personality. Hence Jesua gives ua a
formula, or prayer, often called the
"Lord's Prayer," but more correctly
termed "the disciples' prayer." This
Is in some respects the world's most
wonderful prayer, certainly the most
familiar. Lacking In personal pro
nouns, it begins with rliat matchless
conception of God, "our Father," it de
scends step by step from a considera
tion of his hallowed name, his king
dom, and his will (Luke 22:42) in
heaven and upon earth, down to the
question or our need or dally food. It
then sweeps backward through the re
lations of mankind to each other, to
temptation, to the power of sin, back
(Matt. C:13) to God once more, back
to the Alpha and Omega. In it is in
vocation, supplication and adoration.
It sweeps tho whole gamut of man's
need, physical, mental and spiritual. It
begins in heaven, it encircles the
earth, it rebounds to those realms of
glory from which tho Son came, and to
which ho returned. A study of the
prayers of the saints, living and dead,
ought to be more emphasized. This
kingdom here mentioned is yet to be
fully established. A kingdom de
mands a king (Rev. 22:20); Its begin
ning, though, 1b in the hearts of men;
it implies entiro submission to God's
will (Luko 22:42); it delights in doing
that will (John 6:38, Epb. 6:6); it de
mands an entire sanctlflcatlon of our
lives, and a desire that his will shall
rulo in the earth (1 Thess., 4:3). The
fifth petition is not the prayer ot the
unsaved sinner (John 9:31). Fellow
ship with God depends upon our will
ingness to forglvo others (Matt. 6:14,
15; Mark 11:25); but that Is not the
ground of God's forgiveness (Epb. 1:7;
4:32). God does not tempt men (Jas.
1:13); he does permit temptation to
assail ub, such as modern economic
conditions (Mark 1:12, 13), but God
never allows ub to be tempted above
what we can bear (1 Cor. 10:13). Vol
umes have been written about this
prayer and yet'its fulness has not even
been suggested. Tho teacher who
really prays cannot bo a failure, for ho
has tho power of God behind his labor.
He must, however, not limit himself to
his prayer only (Phil. 4:6; Jas. 5:13,
14). Tho Christian's prayer must bo
in tho name of Christ, which is not
named here, for he was not yet cruel
Aed. The Holy Spirit.
III. Teaching by parable (vv. 6-10) "A
parablo is an earthly story with a
heavenly meaning." Only tho teacher
who can translate truth into terms of
"it is llko" has really begun to teach.
Lot ub beware, howevor, of a wrong
comparison and of to vivid details.
This 13 not a picture or God, only by
w-ny or contrast is he suggested. Thero
are threo friends here: (1) Tho needy
ono in his Journey; (2) tho needy ono
who was hoBt, and (3) tho needy ono
who wna a selfish neighbor. Tho pau
perism ot the second was Inexcusable
(Phil. 4:19); the wandering of tho
flrst at night time cannot go unchalt
longed (Matt. 28:20). As for tha
third, it was a most unseasonable hour
and his friend's insistence waB unrea
sonable, yet, his insistence emphasized
the urgency of the request and tho con
fidence of a friend.
IV. Teaching by contrast (vv. 11-13).
Pedagoglcally considered this is the
application. Notice it is introduced by
tho word "for" and the summary is the
eura and substance of all good, the
Holy Spirit. Jesus contrasts bread,
that which preserves life, with a stono,
which la dead and lifeless. He con
trasts Ash, ono of the most common
meat foods, with a serpent, which Big
nlftes deception, and an egg, which is
not only nutritious but reproductive
as well, with a scorpion, which has in
It the Btlng of death. Each promise is
predicted upon a command (Jas. 4:2),
ask, seek, knoc
HIS FIRST YEAR AT FARMING
IN SASKATCHEWAN
Win Premiums and Prizes in
Competition With the
World.
There aro thousands of young men
Ailing positions In stores and offices,
and in professional occupations
throughout tho United States, who in
their earlier life, worked on tho farm.
The allurements ot city llfo were at
tractive, until they faced tho stern
reality. Theso peoplo would havo
done better had they romalncd on tho
farm. Many of them, convinced or
this, aro now getting "back to tho
land," and in the experience, no bet
ter place offers nor better opportunity
afforded, than that existing in Western
Canada. Many of them havo taken
advantage or it, nnd thero are to be
found today, hundreds of such, farm
ing in tho Provinces of Manitoba,
Saskatchewan nnd Alberta. Tho con
ditions that surround farming opera
tions today aro so much superior to
those In existence during their early
farming dayB, that thero is an attrac
tion about it. Improved machinery,
level and open plains, no rocks to
shun, no trees to cut down, but wide
stretches with mile-long furrows, ele
vators to handlo tho grain, railways to
carry It to market, and bring almost
to their doors tho things necessary to
operate. Splendid grazing areas, ex
cellent opportunities for raising cattle,
i'hese things aro all so different from
what they once wero that there is rea
Bon to speak of the attractions. It. H.
Crossman of Kindersley, Saskatche
wan, the man who won such splendid
prizes at the International Dry Fann
ing Congress held at Tulsa, Oklahoma,
last fall, grew tho prize grains during
his Arst year farming. Up to 1913 he
was an engineer and the only knowl
edge he had of farming waa that ob
tained when ho waB a boy. That was
very useful; in fact it waa valuable
to him. He had not forgotten it
Thousands with, as littlo experience aa
he had can do well by taking up one
of the 160-acre grantB offered by the
Canadian government. Advertise
ment. PROBABLY BET WASN'T PAID
Youngster Undoubtedly Had Won It,
but There Were Other Circum
stances to Consider.
It was the day after the party. Nine-year-old
Robert came to his mother
and said:
"Mamma, how many of those nice
cut-glass ice cream dishes of yours are
thero exactly?"
"Twenty-four, my son."
"Will you bet me that you have
more than 237"
"No, darling. Grandmother Brown
gave mo. one dozen and Grandmother
Sullivan another dozen. That makes
exactly two dozen."
"All tho same," persisted young Rob
ert, "please bet me!"'
"Very well, I'll bet"
"Then you've lost. 'Cause I've brok
en ono of 'era'" New York Evening
Post.
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UVERjJOWELS
No sick headache, biliousness,
bad taste or constipation
by morning.
Get a 10-cent box.
Are you keeping your bowels, liver,
and stomach clean, pure and fresh
with Cascarets, or merely forcing a
passageway every few days with
Salts, Cathartic Pills, Castor Oil or
Purgative Waters?
Stop having a bowel waeh-day. Let
Cascarets thoroughly cleanse and rcg
ulato the stomach, remove tho Bour
and fermenting food and foul gases,
take, the excess bllo from the liver
and carry out of tho system all the
constipated waste matter and poisons
in the bowels.
A Cascaret to-night will make you
feel great by morning. Thoy work
while you sleep never gripe, elcken
or causo any inconvenience, and cost
orjy 10 cents 'a box from your store.
Millions of men and women take a
Cai caret now and then and never
have Headache, Biliousness, Coated
Tonguo, Indigestion, Sour Stomach or
Constipation. Adv.
Activities of Women.
Washington has a school ror serv
ants. London has a club for professional
women.
North Dakota has a woman doputy
sheriff.
Twenty women are In tho Finnish
parliament.
Dr. Anna Shaw says that either
Jane Addams, Mrs. Carrie Chapman
Catt or Mrs. Joseph Powen would
make a better president of tho United
States than any of the Republicans,
Democrats or Whigs that bave so far
occupied the chair.
8anlty of Hamlet
Shakespeare was asked it Hamlet
was sane
"No New York Jury would convict
him," ho answered confidently.
, t Doubtful.
"Now they say that alcohol causes
deafness."
"Maybo so. I never knew anybody
to fall to hear an Invitation to drink."
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