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The territory of Alaska Is of vast
extent and possesses a varied climate,
broad rivers, innumerable lakes, deep
forests, and chains of lofty mountains
in short, many of the chief attrib
utes of a natural game resort. Its
barren northern shores, frequented by
the lumbering walrus and the formid
able polar bear, are washed by Ice
laden currents, while its southern ex
tensions support luxuriant forests in
habited by the graceful Sitka deer.
Between these extremes are great
interior forests, the home of the lordly
moose, broad open tundras and roll
ing plateaus, traversed by herds of
unsuspicious caribou, and snow-clad
mountain ranges, the stronghold of
sharp-eyed sheep and dull-witted
goats.
Among Alaska's game animals are
some of the largest and finest in the
world, as the giant moose and the
huge brown bears. The game of the
entire territory includes moose, cari
bou, deer, mountain sheep, mountain
goat, walrus, and polar, brown, grizzly.
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black, and glacier bears, besides a
variety of waterfowl, shore birds, and
upland game birds. In game resources
Alaska compares favorably with the
western part of the United States in
early days, and at the present time
it is one of the most important game
regions in the world.
Without entering into the general
subject of the value of game to all
countries possessing it, Alaska's game
may be considered chiefly with refer
ence to the features making it espe
cially valuable.
Alaska is of particular importance
as a game region because, of all
American possessions, it is the one in
which frontier conditions promise to
last longest. Notwithstanding its
wealth of mineral and other resources
the territory is not likely to be thick
ly populated, at least not for decades
to come. It is true-railroads already
are beginning to penetrate its wilds
and no doubt cities of considerable
size will develop, but, even so, im
mense tracts far from populous cen
ters will long remain in almost prime
val condition. This is apparent from
the great size of the territory and its
climatic and physiographic conditions.
Its area is almost one-fifth that of the
entire United States, and although
much of this is economically full of
promise it must not be forgotten that
nearly one-fourth lies beyond the
arctic circle and that a large propor
tion of the remainder consists of high
mountains and inhospitable wilds. In
the states irrigation is reclaiming
many arid tracts and drainage is mak
ing it possible to utilize swamps and
waste areas which now furnish re
fuges for game.
From all parts of the country come
reports of an increasing scarcity of
game animals. Hence our remaining
natural game preserves in Alaska are
A Matter of Dress Mainly.
Mrs. Phelps Stokes, in illustration
of the really superficial and slight
difference that exists between aris
tocratic and plebeian people, repeat
ed, at a Socialist meeting in New
York, a conversation between a lit
tle girl and her mother.
"The little girl," said Mrs. Phelps
Stokes, "belonged to one of New
York's rich patroon families, and
one day she said to her mother,
'thoughtfully:
""Will I wear my prettiest Paris
frocks when I get to heaven?'
" 'Oh, no, my dear! the mother an
swered. "'Why not?'
"'Because Paris frocks are not
worn in heaven."
"The little girl frowned.
"'How, then, will they know up
there,' she said, 'that I belong to the
best society?' "
Stand Up to Write.
Standing before a high desk is the
best position for brain work, especial
ly writing. Try it. You will find that
standing stimulates the brain and pre
vents drowsiness.
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the more to be prized and correspond
ingly to be guarded. Within the
United States certain kinds of game
may be maintained for years on their
original range, but for other kinds
the reserve is inevitable, as no re
striction of shooting can offset the
constant diminution f the natural
range they require. Thus most of the
winter feeding grounds of the wapiti,
or elk, already have been absorbed
for agricultural purposes and the ani
mals bid fair to be reduced to semi-
Moose and Deer in Alaska.
domestication, being red like cattle in
winter or confined to inclosed or re
stricted ranges. The same experience
probably would have come to the
bison, but its fate was decided more
peremptorily. Very different, however,
are conditions in Alaska, and, so far
as can be seen at present, ample
room for wild game will be available
for years to come.
Even if bison, elk, and antelope had
remained abundant in the United
States, still the game of Alaska would
be of special interest because it in
cludes many fine animals quite differ
ent from these in kind and in habits.
The wholesome interest in nature
study and outdoor life recently awak
ened in the United States is likely to
be permanent, and future generations,
whether hunters, naturalists, animal
photographers, or simply lovers of na
ture, will set a high value upon the
possession of an undcspoiled territory
furnishing primitive haunts for wild
game.
To the permanent inhabitants of
Alaska the value of game is obvious.
Indeed, although much game was
killed during the early rushes of gold
seekers, Alaskans generally have not
been slow to appreciate the necessity
of game protection and the sentiment
in favor of it is growing rapidly.
Prospectors and travelers in the
wilderness must depend largely on
game for food, and their necessities
have been fully recognized in the
game law. Considerable game also
has been killed for consumption in
small settlements where no regular
supply of other fresh meat is avail
able. However this be regarded, It is
evident that restrictions must be
placed upon the killing of ganio for
sale in large towns where the demand !
is sufficient to endanger the very ex
istence of the species.
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tic a. xurHBuire iuu mere is a pian
ist who can render an accompaniment
to any song that any singer wishes
to sing. He cannot read a note of
music, yet, in the local phrase, he "can
play owL" Recently, however, he met
with an unexpected check. A new vol
unteer hummed over the air, but the
pianist failed to get the key. "Let's
try it again," he said; and they tried
it again. Still it was of no use. A
third trial brought no better results.
Then the pianist turned on the singer
in anger and said: "Sitha, Aw've
tried tha on t' white 'uns, Aw've tried
tha on t' black 'uns an Aw've tried
tha on t' black an' white 'uns mixed.
It's no use; th's singing between t'
cracks."
Gift Pearl in the Mouth.
What luck some people have! I
was eating oysters the other day next
a man who suddenly made a face and
uttered a cry of irritation, and then
extracted a pearl from his mouth.
"Confound the thing!" he; said, "it
nearly broke my tooth. -I'm always
finding them." V. V. V., in London
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Their First
Thanksgiving
By CARLOS BAYARD.
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AN nothing' be done?" asked
Caroline anxiously.
Vance Greenway shook
his head.
"Not yet; dear," he ex
plained. "I have consid
ered the matter carefully
and I think it will be best to wait"
"It won't make any difference in
our marriage?" she pleaded.
"We can get married to-morrow," he
declared. "I want to go to town and
,get to work on my own hook."
"There is nothing to prevent," as
sented the girl. "It is not as though
I had a lot of relatives to consult."
"Then let's be married and get out
of the way. It will make such a lot
of talk," pleaded Vance.
He found when he left the girl that
he had not exaggerated. Already the
news that David Greenway had dis
owned his son had spread through the
village, and the circumstantial reports
of the row which had terminated in
the dismissal had gained a wealth of
detail in Its rapid travel.
David Greenway was the richest
man in Greenvale, and Vance had al
ready made rapid advancement in the
local bank; an advancement not alto
gether unconnected with his father's
influence as the largest stockholder.
He had resigned his position that
morning, and the following day, after
a quiet wedding ceremony in the par
sonage of the church, he and Carol set
out for the city where Vance would
start anew.
It was not an easy matter to find a
position, even with the recommenda
tion which the cashier of the home
bank had given him, but in time Vance
found a place, and they settled down
to make a home in a tiny flat whose
five rooms were scarcely larger than
the dining room of the Greenway man
sion. The months sped by all too fast,
and even when Vance had earned a
raise in salary, and had been advanced
to a more responsible position, she
would not move.
"We'll save the rest," she declared.
"It does seem so cozy here, dear. It's
our first home. We shall have much
to be thankful for next week."
"That's so," agreed Vance. "By
the way, I've got an invitation to
Thanksgiving dinner, so don't lay in a
turkey."
Vance woujd make no explanation
other than to say that the invitation
came from an old friend.
Not even when they arrived at the
station did he enlighten her as to
their destination, but the next morn
ing, as the train neared the old home
and she began to catch glimpses of
familiar scenes through the frost
traced car windows, the tears came
unbidden to he eyes.
As they encountered the curious
glances of old acquaintances, she was
glad that she had let Vance persuade
her to purchase a set of furs. She
wanted to look her best for his sake,
but she did not realize the attractive
picture she made as the sharp breeze
brought fresh color to her cheeks and
lent sparkle to the brown eyes.
Vance, sitting beside her, clasped
his hands over hers.
"We shall have much to be thank
ful for this first Thanksgiving," he
said tenderly. "But most of all I am
thankful that you are my wife, dear."
She smiled her answer, too close to
tears to speak, but as they turned in
at a driveway she found her voice.
"There is some mistake," she cried.
'Surely you are not going to your fa
ther's." "Surely we are," he said with a hap
py laugh. "Do you suppose that any
other Thanksgiving dinner would
tempt me from our own home?"
"But you have made up?" she
asked.
"We never really quarreled," he 'ex
plained. "I was dissatisfied at the
bank. I wanted to be sure of myself;
to know that on my own effort I could
make my way. Father and I planned
the dramatic scene for the benefit of
the public. I did not tell you, for I
wanted him to see that it was for my
self and not my money that you cared.
I was to have a trial for six months.
The probation ended last week.
"There is my father waiting to wel
come us to our new home," be said.
"The honeymoon ends with our
Thanksgiving, and dad has a new
daughter the best that ever was to
make him thankful, too."
AGPACE FOR TOUHT
HOW us the way to see the
good
That comes into our lives
each day.
The blessings dimly under
stood
.liiui givu us cneer ujung
the way.
Give us content with gold and gear
Though much or little we possess
Let us bo glad for what is here
On this, our day of thankfulness.
But broaden, too, the soul and mind
So that our thanks will not be found
By custom's rule and rote confined
Within this one day's narrow bound.
Let us be glad for early rain
That bids the flowers wake and creep,
The Pumpkin
By JoHM' GEEMLEA WhITTIM
i H ! on Thanksgiving Day, when from
East and from West,
From North and from South come the
pilgrim and guest.
When the gray-haired Sew Engfander
sees round his board
The old broken Huts of affection restored.
When the care-urearied man seeks his
mother once more.
And the worm matron smiles where the
girl smiled before,
What moistens the lip and what brightet.j
the eye?
What calls back the past, like the rich
Pumpkin pie?
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Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving.
HANKSGIVING is one of
our highest and holiest
duties. There are in the
Scriptures more com
mands and calls to praise
than to prayer. Yet few
duties are more frequent
ly neglected than this. There are
many people who are always coming
to God with requests but who do not
come to him with thanksgiving after
their requests have been granted. Ten
lepers once cried to Jesus for cleans
ing, as he was passing them at a dis
tance. He graciously heard them and
granted their plea. When they had
been healed, one of the ten returned
to thank the healer, but the other nine
came not again with any word of rec
ognition of the great favor they had
received. So it is continually many
are blessed and helped, but few show
gratitude. Our Lord felt keenly the
ingratUude of the lepers who re
turned riot "Where are the nine?" was
his pained question. God pours out
his gifts and blessings every day upon
his children; and whenever no voice
of thanksgiving is heard in return he
misses it If one bird of the forest
is silent in the glad spring day, he
misses its song. If one human heart
fails to utter its praise amid life's
countless blessings, he is disap
pointed. Many there are who think that If
certain definite days are set apart for
praise it is enough. For example,
they will be grateful for a whole day
once in a year, touching then every
chord of praise in their being, think
ing that this is the way God wants
them to show their gratitude. But the
annual Thanksgiving day is not in
tended to gather into itself the thanks
giving for a whole year; rather it is
intended to give the keynote for all
the year's life. Life's true concert
pitch is praise. If we find that we
are below the right pitch, we should
take advantage of the particular
thanksgiving seasons to get keyed
up. When the strings of life begin to
grow discordant thanksgiving will put
us in tune.
The ideal life is one of gladness.
Unthankfulness and fretfulness are
discords in the song. We have no
right to live gloomily or sadly. Go
where we may, we hear the music of
joy, unless our ears have become tone
deaf. The world is full of beauty and
full of music. Yet it is strange how
many people seem neither to see the
loveliness nor hear the music. It
1 were well if many of us would train
' ourselves to see the glory and good
ness of God, as revealed in nature. It
will be sad to leave this world, after
staying in it three-score or four-score
years without having seen any of the
ten thousand beauties with which God
I had adorned it "Consider the lilies,"
I said Jesus. Every sweet flower has a
message of joy to him who can read
! the writing. One who loves God's
flowers and birds and trees and moun
tains and rivers and seas, and has
learned to heed the voices which every
where whisper their secrets to him J
who understand, can never be sad or
Let us be glad for snowy plain
That holds them in their winter sleep.
Give us the heart to understand
The graciousness of spreading trees;
The changing seasons, wisely planned.
The storm and sunshine all of these.
For all the brightness of the dawn.
And cheerfulness of noon and night;
And all that joy is butldcd on
Give us the grj.ee to see aright
Let us remember each hind word
By weight of goodly feeling blest
Each gentle thing we'e said or heard
And blot from memory the rest
Give us the grace to see and know
The benefits along the way
The many things that help us so.
Let us be thankful every day.
Chicago Tribune.
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Psalm 147:
lonely. The power to hear what
nature's voices have to say is in our
hearts, not merely in the ear. We
must have the beauty in our souls be
fore we can see beauty anywhere.
Hence there are many who are really
blind to the loveliness which God has
strewn everywhere, with most lavish
hand, in his works. So we must have
the music in our heart before we can
hear the music which sings every
where for him who has ears to hear.
If we have thanksgiving within us, we
will have no trouble in finding glad
ness wherever we go. It is a sad and
cheerless heart that makes the world
seem dreary to certain people; If only
they will let Joy enter to dwell within,
a new world would be created for
them. If we allow our heart to cher
ish unlovingness, bitterness, evil
thoughts or feelings, we cannot hear
the music of love which breathes
everywhere, pouring out from the
heart of God. But if we keep our
heart gentle, patient, lowly, and kind,
on our ears will fall, wherever we go,
sweet strains of divine music.
Then a glad life makes a life of
gladness wherever it goes. It leaves
an unbroken lane of sunbeams behind
it Everybody is better as well as hap
pier for meeting one whose Christian
life radiates gladness and cheer. We
can do nothing better either for our
selves or for the world in which we
live than to learn the lesson of praise
and of thanksgiving. "Let us learn to
sing unto the Lord with thanksgiv
ing." There are troubles in every
life, but there are a thousand good
things for one trial. Sometimes we
have disappointments but even these
are really God's appointments, as
some day we shall find out. If people
arc unkind to us, we must go on lov
ing just as before, our hearts full of
unconquerable kindness, and it will
finally win. The most deep-seated ten
dency to sadness can be overcome and
replaced by happy cheerfulness. The
gospel of Christ comes to us and tells
us that we must be born again, born
from above, born of God, and our very
nature will be recreated. Then di
vine grace assures us that it is not
impossible even for the most unholy
life to be transformed into holiness.
The being that is saturated with sin
may be whiter than snow. There is no
nature, therefore, however unhappy
it may be because of its original qual
ity or its early training, which cannot
through divine help learn the lesson
of happiness and thanksgiving. The
secret of Christian joy is the peace of
Christ in the heart Then one is not
dependent upon circumstances or con
ditions. St Paul said he had learned
in whatsoever state he was therein to
be content. We know wl that his
circumstances were not always con
genial nor easy, but he sang songs in
his prison with as cheerful a heart as
when he was enjoying the hospitality
of a loving friend. There might be
hardships, sufferings, and want; but
in himself he had the peace of Christ;
and this sustained him. St. Paul's
secret of contentment is the Chris
tian's true secret of a happy life.
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Just to be alive. We sing: "I would
not live alway," but most of us are
thankful not to have that limit too rig
idly defined. Life may be a "vapor
full of woe," but it is fairly livable
none the less.
For health if I have it; for not be
ing any sicker If I haven't
For what I am, if that "am" is any
good; for what I can be if it isn't.
That there is no law to force the
wearing of the season's monstrous mil
linery. That prosperity has not pushed food
prices beyond Thanksgiving dinner
possibility.
For that dinner in prospect, with a
digestion to enjoy it.
For living in a day of predigested
food if digestion is not up to the mark.
That I'm a woman in an age when
woman scores.
Thanksgiving dwells in the heart,
not in the stomach.
Thanksgiving and thankfulness are
not the same.
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The
Lament of
the Foolish
Hen
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HE times arc good they are I
vow.
Such wealth of corn as we
have now
I never saw; there comes
Aunt Jane
To toss us out our meal of
grain.
A few months back I was so thin.
But now I have a double chin
And feel as though I was tight laced
When I put on my corset waist.
Aunt Jane comes out at early morn
With her blue apron full of corn.
And with a friendly, clucking sound
She throws it on the frosty ground.
The crops are gathered in; the days
Are soft with Indian summer haze.
And Jack, the chore boy, feeds the stock
While chips tly at the chopping block.
The city may have its delights.
But these delightful days and nights
Upon the farm are full for me
Of the sercnest ecstasy.
Since back there In September they
Have added to our fare eacli day
Until, to fullness thus inspired.
There's nothing left to be desired.
A word about Aunt Jane, that serves
To pay the tribute she deserves:
Since first I broke my shell to see
The world she has been good to me.
When foolishly in youth I strayed
In the wet grass, she often stayed
Long after dark to bring me in
And dry my wet, goose-pimpled skin.
I always had a roosting place
Secure from danger by the grace
Of her, and many days and nights
She treated me for parasites.
Her care of me, someway, has stirred
The thought I am no common bird.
And some day I will take, I know,
A ribbon at a poultry show.
When I go strutting o'er the yard
Aunt Jane peers through her glasses hard
And I can see and not half try
The admiration in her eye.
And Jack, the choreboy. when he slips
From barn to pump, will smack his lips
To see me wax so fat he knows
How Aunt Jane loves me, I suppose.
Old Gobbler there, so lank and lean.
Is full of jealous musings mean.
He barely cats and is so thin
His bones are sticking through his skin.
Him."
tie tried to whisper something once
To me, the scrawny, half-starved dunce.
But I passed on with figure trim,
I do not care to talk with him.
-unt Jane one morning cooped us in
The yard, the stout ones and the thin.
We are so tame, and she has made
Us love her so we're not afraid.
And then she caught us. one by one.
And petted us, and ere 'twas done.
She felt my body, my plump side.
Till I could scarce contain my pride.
pld Gobbler sat neglected quite,
3o thin he was a sorry sight,
'And she passed him by nor did stop
jTo stroke his side or feci his crop.
Again he sought to speak, with me,
Again I scorned him haughtily,
And he brushed something from his eye,
A tear, I think, as I passed by.
Iast night I had a horrid dream.
I thought I heard Old Gobbler scream:
"Don't eat! Don't eat!" until the words
Waked me and all the other birds.
Old Gobbler sat there like a sphinx
And watched me as a hungry lynx;
It must have been a dream, and then
I closed my eyes in sleep again.
'Tis morning now, here comes Aunt Jane,
Her apron full of corn again;
But what grim person that with her
So like an executioner?
He bears a glittering ax and bright.
In truth, a most revolting sight,
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JNear took away my appetite.
'Now stoops Aunt jane to Dia me tx?g
For corn. She grabs me by the leg!
'"Ho, Jack!" she cries. "Come, hurry!
run!
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I've got the very fattest one!"
comes across the yard and takes
to the chopping block and shakes
His gleaming ax Old Gobbler, near.
Goes "kyouck!" and wipes another tear.
How cold and treacherous Is fate!
I see it all. but 'tis too late.
Old Gobbler's whisper was to warn
Me of the fate of too much corn.
He loved me! Hear his mournful
"kyouck!"
I close my eyes upon the block.
Forgive me. Gobbler! Stayed I thin
I had escaped this guillotine.
J. W. Foley, in Philadelphia Ledger.
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Thanksgiving dees not depend on a
special day; any and all times are sea
sonable. Thanksgiving makes a crust sweet;
the want of it, a turkey bitter.
Thanksgiving begets more favors for
which to be thankful.
For life and love and health and pelf.
For just the chance to be myself;
For books and food and clothes to wear.
For woman's power to do and dare;
For sun and moon, for land and sea!
For what now is and what's to be.
For everything that conies my way,
I'm thankful on Thanksgiving Day.
Thanksgiving in the Home.
It Is eminently proper that there
should be cultivation of the spirit of
thanksgiving in every home. The
home should be considered the first o'
all American institutions. In it aip
reared the future useful men and faith
ful women of this nation.
Mr. Hen Peck.
Says Mr. Hen Peck: "It is not sur
prising that troubles never come sin
gle; they are all married."
"I Do Not Care to Talk with
Truth and
Quality
appeal to the Wefl-lBfonned ffc nay
walk of life and are Mnrntiri to pennatMOt
access and creditable standi, hoaof
ingly, it is not claimed that Syrup of Fjfi
and Elixir of Senna is the only remedy of
known value, but one of many reaaooa
why it is tie best'of Phonal and fuailj
laxatives is the fact that it pi
sweetens and relieves thcr internal orgaaa
on whkfi it aets"witfibut any -debilitating
after effects and without having to increase
the quantity from time to time.
It acta pleasantly and naturally and
truly as a 'laxative, and'' its component
parts are known to and approved by
physicians, us it is free from all objection
able substances. To get its beneficial
effects always purchase the genuine
manufactured by the California Fig Syrup
Co., only, and for sale by all leading drug
gists. IT DID.
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Mr. Holesale So old Pepperpot had
a kick coming on that last bill of
goods, eh? Wouldn't that make you
aore?
Mr. Litewate (the salesman) It did
me, sir. He kicked me out
Hat as Badge of Slavery.
With the ancient Greeks the hat
was simply an appurtenance ef tha
traveler. The free citiaen preferred
to go bareheaded and only put on his
broad-brimmed petasus for protection
against the sun when on a long jour
ney. The uncovered head was part
of his dignity, for the slaves and work
men wore always a kind of pointed
skull cap.
Lewis' Single Binder Cigar has a rich
taste. Your dealer or Le Factory,
Peoria. 111.
The charity that begins at home In
generally too weak to traveL
Mrs. Wimlawi SooChta Sjmp.
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