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The Brussels Post, 1960-08-11, Page 6• thought. She waited, tensely for the 'shot, knowing he would have to fire across her, Then came the deafening rennet. Simultaneously a small spot- ted deer leaped from the grass by her side and 151 front, by the stream bed, a huge fawn and black animal turned a complete sornmersault and, landed on all four paws, its eyes gleaming, lips curled back in a snarl, ears flat, The man fired again and it lay still. Ber heart was beating so fast, she couldn't speak Not un, ill later did she tell him of the fright she'd bad from that little spotted deer by her side, It must have hidden there, scared by the panther. On - their Par estate, near Thansi, they had a ploughman named Punnera, reputed to be able to drive out devils, cure snakebite and even raise the dead. He was also a herbalist, clever Atli, sick cattle, One day every year he went to a small stone temple to give thanks to the goddess for his re- ,„ covery from smallpox, and most of the villages gathered around to witness the ceremony. A plank of wood, studded with nails lay on the path neaeby. Three villagers squatted by it, sharpening spears, Punnera efts- erged from the temple dragging a long iron chain and began swinging it back and forth over "He has gone mad — stop him!" Babbot begged her hus- band, but he held her aim and whispered: "No, just watch — you will see something you may never see again. He is now sup- posed to be possessed of the god- dess , . , Look, now they are bringing him a lime, stuck through with thorns." She saw Punnera place the thorn-packed lime in him mouth and chew it up. He then jumped on to the plank and stood on the nail heads, gazing up into the sky. The three men with spears went towards him. The first pinched his cheek with thumb and finger and pierced the flesh with his spear. The second pinch- ed the flesh of his throat and ran the spear through, The third waited till he put out his tongue, then thrust his spear through it. Punnera stool taut on his plank of nails with the long spears through cheek, throat- and tongue. A hush fell on the crowd. Babbot had to turn away through the throng -- 'she felt sick. When she returned Punnera began trembling violently. The j en pulled out their spears. he umped from the bed of nails, shook himself like a dog, then picked up the chain and walked tilt quite normally to the fields. Babbot ran after him, stopped him, saw no blood, no scratch on. his cheek or throat, and asked bins to put out his tongue, which had no mark or disfigurement. Her husband could give her no explanation. She was sure it was no conjurer's trick. It was queer, unhealthy. Black magic? Never again was she happy or com- fortable in Punnera's presence, she says in this fascinating ac- count of her eighteen years in wildest India, "A fool and his money are soon parted," we are told, But how do they join up originally. ISSUE 33 — 1960 LAYAWAY' PLAN — Chickens in this novel Broo klyn factory need no egging on to do their duty, The man with the basket's is Murray Weiss, owner of the place where 3,500 chicken's produce 2,300 eggs a day, TABLE TALKS dJamAmbew5. Ph 11/2 CUCUMBER RELISH 10 large cucumbers (remove seeds) 1 small medium cabbage 6 onions 6 green or red sweet peppers. Put all ingredients through food chopper. Sprinkle gener- ously but not heavily with salt. Let stand overnight. Drain and add 9 c. sugar. -3/4 lb. mustard seed lag gal. vinegar % c. flour 34 c. dry mustard Ye oz. turmeric Makes a paste of above ingre- dients. Add to hot mixture and simmer for 'two minutes. Pour into serilized jars and. seal. * 'TOMATO TAMALE c. onions chopped c. peaches peeled and chopped coarse • 1% c. pears peeled and chopped coarse 2 c.,apples 10 ,large ,ripe. tomatoes 1 c. celery. chopped, 21/2 c. brown sugar c. vinegar 2 , tsps. salt 1 small hot or 6 dried peppers 2 tbsps. 'mixed pickling spice in bag • Mix ' and cook for one hour, Seal in hot sterilized, jars. a * PEACH JAM 4 c. prepared ,fruit c. sugar 1 bottle fruit pectin 1/4 c. lemon nice Scald peaches. Slice in small, ,thin pieces into large kettle. Add sugar 'to fruit. Cook until fruit is clear, just a few minutes. Bring to full boil and add pectin and lemon juice. Boil hard about five minutes. Stir and skim con- stantly. Remove from heat. Stir and cool for a few' minutes be- fore pouring into heated jars, Cover with paraffin wax at once. Yield is about 10 jars, first"Trip The Pony Express This sudden, announcement of the long desired fast mail route aroused gi eat enthusiasm in 'the West and espeeially in St, Jo- seph, Missouri, Salt: Lake City, and the cities of California, Where preparations to celebrate the opening of the line were at once begun, Slowly' the time Passed until the afternoon of the eventful day, April 3r0, (1060), that was to mark the first step in annihilating dis- tance between the Fast end' West, A great crowd had aseen1bled on the a t r eats of St. ,josePh, Missouri, Flags were flying, and a brass band added to the jubi- lation, The Hannibal and St. Joseph Railroad had arranged to run a special train into the city, bringing the through mail from connecting points in the East. Everybody was anxious and. excited, At last the shrill whistle of a locomotive was heard, and the train rumbled in — on time. The pouches were rushed to the post office where the express mail was made ready. The people now surge about the old "Pike's Peak Livery Stables," just South' of Pattee Park. All are hushed with sub- dued expectancy. As the mo- ment of departure approaches, the doors swing open and a spirited horse is led out. Nearby closely inspecting the animal's equipment, is a wiry little man scarcely twenty years old. Time to go! Everybody %back! A pause of seconds, and a can- non booms in the distance—the starting signal. The rider leaps to his saddle and starts. In less than a minute he is at the post office where the letter pouch, square in shape with four pad- locked pockets, is awaiting him. Dismounting only long enough far this pouch to be thrown over his saddle, he again springs to his place and is gone. A short sprint and 'he has reached the, Missouri River whirf. A feiry boat under a full' head of steam is 'waiting. With scarcely check- ed 'speed, the horse thunders onto the deck of the craft. A rumbling of machinery, the jangle of a bell, the sharp toot of a whistle and', the boat has ' swung clear and is headed straight few the opposite Shore. The noise of the cheering mul- titude grows faint as the Kansas' shore draws near. The enginee are reversed; a swish of water, , and the craft grates , against the dock. Scarcely has the gang plank been lowered than horse and rider dash over it and are off at a furious gallop. Away on the jet black Steed goes Johnnie Frey, the first rider, with the mail that must be hurled by flesh and blood over 1,996 miles of desolate space — across the through Northeastern Kansas and into Nebraska, up the valley of the Platte, across the Great Plateau, into the foothills and over the summit of the Rockies, into the arid Great Basin, over the Wahsatch range, into the valley of Great Salt Lake, through 'the terrible alkali de- serts of Nevada, through the parched Sink of the Carson. River, over the snowy Sierras, and into the Sacramento Valley — the mail must go without de- lay. — From "The Story of the Pony Express," edited by Wad- dell F. Smith, Unarmed. She Lraved Wild Boar! She .stared in terror AS• the pain-enraged hears bleed drip. bea 111,g from its Month, its eyes dy and reds charged from the plum bush. It tossed the beater in front of her to one side, then looked at her. But only for an instant, Per- haps, in her dark leather Peat, one resembled a tree trunk, The Mad beast thudded, past to the beater behind, rt smashed him to the ground. ripped off his loin- eleth and greinting heavily, sunk its teeth into the Indian's body. Babbot, an Englishwoman, was 111 the Indian jungle with her husband, his brother, a hunter, end beaters, A few seconds be- fore that murderous charge her brother had shot and wounded the huge boar. It had raced for leaver, leaving a trail of blood 'which was followed by the men. After it charged and was pug- hog its victim, the other beaters ...tamed for the only tall tree near- by and leapt into the branches, There they hung, like vultures. Babbot was alone, except for the boar and its just-conscious he- Man prey. "Come down," she screamed, "and help me beat the pig off your brother, We might still save him!" They looked at her with wild eyes, and noe made a movement. But the boar heard her voice, and paused in its ghoulish work. Eyes ablaze with madness and pain, it started towards her. Her life at stake, she raced for the tree, jumped, and caught a branch. It bent nearly to the ground with her weight. "Na, na," the beaters screamed, swinging precariously, "you will have us all down if you try to climb." One began clawing at her fin- gers, forcing her to loosen her grip. Terrified, she dropped to the ground and hugged the trunk, etereaming with all her might: "Come 'quickly, for Heaven's sake! Come quickly!" She heard the report of a gun, 'then another, and at last felt Sums around her and heard her husband say: "Oh, my sweet, eeshat an escape, you've had. Thank God you're safe!" One beater ley unconscious. The other, by the bush, had a g ripped from thigh to ankle. th had to be bound up and Serried back to camp. Jungle terrors galore beset this plucky Englishwoman who went Znt to Garachi to marry in 1932. the shared her husband's life in ..intrel and Northern India till 1.9150. "Babbot" is the only name the gives in a gripping account of her experiences, "Indian Inter- val." On another "beat" they waited in long grass facing a dry stream, A herdsof shrieking monkeys ran past. Suddenly, she was con- scious of a slight movement on her left side . . slowly turned her head . . and froze. All she ould see was fawn skin with dark dosettes a panther qui- etly sitting at her side! She wondered how she could attract her husband's attention. lifer right hand started groping for his knee, She darer not move her body:Then she heard a faint click as he released the safety catch. He had seen it too, she ed me up an elm-lined drive alongside a barley field. At the end stood a white house; sitting on the porch, in a blue velvet dress which flowed around her ankles, was a small grey-haired lady. She rose to. greet me with old-world courtesy. The house was like a museum inside, but a lovely lived-in museum. One room was blue, one rose, one gold and white, while one had its walls painted a vivid red. "That we call a Dannebrog room," exclaimed' 'Cathrine Lorenzen, "It is from 1864. Because we could not fly the Danish flag in Slesvig then, many farms made such a room and have it still." She opened a drawer full of lace, spread a blue cloth on the table, and laid the frag- ments on it lovingly. "This is the Great Oak pattern, and this ,little leaf design is for a child's dress., Here is the Rose — inn Copenhagen it costs three hun- dred kroner fot a yard and for brides we make lisle :One with a crown." On ea-Oki:pi:fee, hung a tiny blue laberetaithstlie let- ters DTI and a lyre,When you see such a lalaelets4elreiOW it is first quality penierts Tender Knipling," she explained': "Now I will show you my !little lace school," she went on. "Mother taught the' old people, but I 'begin with, younger ones. I want that they shall 'teach others, and , so the art shall not be lost. .1 take seven pupils at a time during the summer, they stay four weeks and sleep and eat here." The school was up in the attic; the door was painted bright 'blue, the 'floor scrubbed to. Whiteness; windows looked !out on a leafy 'garden. Seven lace- making stands stood one behind the other; each had a brass- studded cushion from which' a pair of scissors hung down on a string of glass beads; the slim wooden bobbins with their beaded ends made a central clus- ter of colour. The two pupils had been learning for a fortnight and were absolutely absorbed in their work. There was no sound but the light rattle of their bob- bins; at intervals they would stop to examine a scrap of parchment pattern through a magnifying glass. I had my first lesson in lace- making on Cathrine Lorenzen's own cushion, starting oaf on the Little Oak Leaf pattern. — From "Candles inn. Denmark," by Beryl Miles. Entering the smoke-filled room of a blazing house fireman John McDade discovered a two-year- old child secured to a bed by plastic harness. Unable to tear the plastic, and having lbst his knife and axe, the resourceful fireman chewed through the harness and man- aged to release the child, which he carried to safety. HOW The Bisioy Rifle Meet Began Gennsar Westliage former aps= gaunt. of .Canada's Settfortis Iligh latisslers, last ino»th. won top, honors in the great annual Rifle, meet et Metes', England. In the Christian ,Science llonitor re, eently Sydney Skilton gave An ktereSting. account .0f. lie orrgln. of This historic No fewer than 1,304 marksmen, from all five continents were in at the start of this three-stage shoot over Hsix 200.1,000 yard. ranges, • The top 350 always bo forward to the second stage and. the first 100 of these shoot. the anal,. To be in the • final, or Queen's Hundred as it is termed, is a triumph tantamount in lawn tennis 'to reaching Wimbledon's last 16. As .a matter of fact, the Wimbledon parallel is a particu- larly happy choice,' It was at Wimbledon, not much more than a high lob from the centre court that the present Risley meet was ina .ALI gcup2e.atttencl. y ago they were was raiding Harpers Ferry and ing in, times troubled as much as now, In America John Brown here in England they were pre- paring to repel a possible French invasion Preparations to meet it were made by the establishment of a Volunteer Force, a sort of Home Guard that operated in World War II. The poet laure- ate, Lord Tennyson, wrote a pat- riotic piece to the London Times entitled "Riflemen Form." The first of four verses ram "There is a sound of thunder afar, . • Storni in the South that darkens the day! Storm of battle and thunder of war! Well if it do not roll our way. Storm, . Storm, Riflemen form! Ready, be ready against the storm! Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen form! • Distinguished retired •soldiers, statesmen and city gentlemen joined the volunteer movement. The National Rifle Association responded by—providing target practice and on July 2, 1860 called-a grand rally on Wimble- don Common. Queen Victoria and • her entourage went along. She pulled a 'silken cord affixed to'a trigger 'which fired the first shot, One Edward C. R. Rosa won that first prize offered by the Queen and so successful and congenial-was the occasion that the decided to make it ,an annual event. Thus it was until 1889 by which time the new • residents of ,a groiving Wimbledon won their case that the suburbs was-not a suitable place aor a rifle shoot. So the N.R.A. moved out to is site adjoining 'the Brigade of Guards Camp at Pirbright and -at the 'north-west Surrey village of Bisley. Records relate that "A distinguished company as- sembled to open the new 'N.R.A, range at Bisley. The Princess of Wales; to her delight, scored a. royal bull's-eye." Proud customs and traditions have continued through the years and none more so than the chair- ing of the Queen's Prize winner. After seating himself ceremoni- ously in a wooden chair reserved Specially. for this-event the wine her is carried shoulder high by his rivals round the camp to the band strains of "See the con- qUering hero comes." Throughout the meet, which nowadays extends over a fort- night, there are dozens of sub- sidiary competitions for gold and silver prizes estimated in value of 4200,000. They involve more than a million shots. Only one competitor can .be the really big shot but all the rest have a truly wonderful time in an atmosphere of cordite and friendship: Al- though there are cash prizes ail the competitors are amateurs, It Costs them money to be there (fares, entry fees and accommo- dation) varying from how fat they have come.. But that they come and Come again, 'is pretty sure -teetimohys that Bisley is booked for another centenary 2060, A. Lace-Making School In Denmark Tonder was all cobbles and curves, painted doors end roses. In the alleys antique shops were full of amber, lace and old tiles. "You should meet Cathrine Lorenzen," exclaimed Niels Jensen. "She has a little lace- making school at Ballum,,1 could ring her up and tell her you were coming. But it is about forty kilo-metres from here, and in the opposite direction — right back up the coast," But I was as willing to go backwards as for- wards if it meant seeing a lace school, When I reached the little vil- lrge of 13allum the baker direct- 4 ", fit;, 00ft. RED CURRANT JELLY a Astarte fully ripe red currants 1 cup water 7 cups granulated sugar 1 bottleisPbutter 1/2 fruit pectin Crush fruit and add one cup . of water. Bring to a boil and simmer, covered for about 10 minutes. Place in jelly bag and squeeze out juice. Measure five cups' into a large saucepan. Place over high heat and add sugar and butter. The, latter will pre- vent 'scumming. Stirring., con-. stantly bringing to boil. Add pec- tin at once. Bring to a rolling boil, stirring constantly for one minute. Remove from heat, skim off foam with metal .spoon and pour quickly Into glasses, Cover at once with hot paraffin. * * - SPICED PLUMS- 12 to 16 firm sweet plums or fresh prunes 24 to 32 whole. cloves .3 cups sugar 2 cups brown sugar 1 cup water Vs 2/2 ts cup. p 'salt vinegar 2 cinnamon 2-ineh sticks whole 1 tsp, whole allspice Wash plums. Quickly plunge, in boiling water and then in cold water. Slip off skins and in- sert two whole .cloves in each plum (Set aside for. later use), 'Combine sugars, water, cider vinegar and salt in a saucepan. Mix well. Add, cinnamon. Tie all- spice in a bag and add to syrup. Boil 5 minutes'. While syrup is boiling, drop in plums. Boil 1/2 minute, (Do not overcook). Pack in sterilized jars,' Cover with .bailing syrup. Seal at once, Yield, five pints. s a s, GRAPE CONSERVE 6 c. prepared fruit (about 3142 lbs. ripe, loose-skinned grapes) 2 tsps. grated lemon rind 2 tbsps. lemon juice c. seedless raisins 1 c, chopped nuts 7 1/2 c, (314 lbs.) sugar 1 box (1 3/4 ounces) powdered fruit pectin Prepare the fruit. Slip skins from grapes. Add 2 cups water to pulp; bring to a boil and simmer, covered, 5 minutes. 'Sieve to remove seeds. 'Chop or grind skins and add to pulp. Measure 6 cups into a very large saucepan. Add lemon rind, ssice, raisins, and nuts to fruit in saucepan. Make the conserve, Measure auger 'and set aside. Add poW- tiered fruit pectin to fruit in eaucepan and misc. well. Place Liver high heat and stir until mixture comes to a hard boil. At once stir in sugar. Bring to a full rolling boil and boils, hard one minute, stirring con- stantly, Remove from heat and skim 'off foam with metal spoon. Thee stir and skim by turns for 5 minutes to cool slightly to prevent floating fruit, Ladle quickly into glasses. Cover of once with inch hot paraffin. PICKLED P E AC DES c. stigari white 9. c. vinegar; cider 1 C. Water 1 oz cinnamon sticks 1,/s. bk. whole cltiVeS 4 qta. small peaches 11)S.1 Boni sugar, Water, Vinegar and stick einiianibri together for 10 minutes.• Into each Obeli place two whole cloves. Add these to syrup and cook aloWlY for 10 Mirages, Pack in jars, sterilized.. Makes about 4 How The Olympic Games Have Grown New records for nations and competitors are expected to be set at 'Rome. Invitations went out to 97 nations and so far only nine — Albania, Costa. Rica, Cuba, Haiti, Honduras, Nicara- gua, the Dominican Republic, Paraguay, and Tanganyika — have declined. A reeced 86 have accepted, including'Cartle, which withdrew following' .-sche earth- quake disaster bist".6;accepted after the Italians:. offered to make the Chileaas their guests. The count of competitors can- not be made until nearer Aug. 25 and when the competing countries have made their selec- tions in compliance with the new qualifying standards, The Ro- mans, however, .have made pro- visions for as many as 7,000 men and women. Here ate the details of suc- cessive Olympiads since the (tern series was started: Year City Competitors Nations 1896 Athens 285 13 1900 Paris 1,056 20 1904 St. Louis 496 19 1908 London 2,059 22 1912 Btockholm 2,541 28 1916 World War I No games 1020 Antwerp 2,608 • 29 1924 Paris 3,092 44 1928 Aitisterilare 3,015 46 1932 Lee Angeles 1,908 38 1936 Berlin 4,069 49 1940 World War 11 No games. 1944 World War II No games 1948 London 4,108 59 1952 Helsinki 5,851 50 1956 Melbourne 3,516 67' „ ji *ARE PHOTO OF EICHMANN.Ooisiiiet'Neei COL Adolph Eta mann, now awaiting trial ln terse] for mass murder of Jews during World War II, posed foe t+ii*,ohota in 104 While in hiding 'in South America. Taken at Porto Alegre; hi eoniciette it is one of the few photos of tiekrearift known to' exist' that were token while he :was in: Fading. (Photo tem/HO-it LOOK Magazine) rx SMALL AS A FLY'S th — The smallest grinding ,wheel ever made commercially is °Wiest' as tiny ate the 'eye Of a house flys the little abragive wheel used 'to rind ininioiure boll , bearings which go into the production of cameras; topo.eteofdetti .guide heir system' end seller inieraniinpetere