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Rabies is a serious disease, and while no one wants to
create• any impression: beyond the • simple truth, warnings
about the presence of rabid animals are the simple truth.
It is too late to do 'anything after some . victim has been
bitten blas: rabid animal, or has come into contact with rabies.
So tlhe warnings go out, . and while they are phrased, as
arefuhy as possible, ` there is a public duty to issue„ :the
cautions, because the consequences of fot doing so are worse
than doing it.
Na. there may not be a great epidemic, which nobody has
suggested; anyway. But there is ; a problem, , and when . it
ochrs, police and' .outer officials issue a warning in the
affected area. _Should they not do that? Would objectors
prefer to wait for some unsuspecting child to be attacked?
Rabies itself is terrible; and the treatment is `very difficult.
"Foe warning helps to avoid the problems, all''of us who have
s part• in issuing it are justified.
—Trentonian
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by did the seamstress plant her cloth?
She heard that you reap what you sew.
Why did the boy eat modern raisins? . .
He liked to keep current.
Why did a thief steal a bell?
It had a nice ring.
What' did the pony with a sore throat say?
I'm a little horse.
Why did the priest wear rags?
He liked to be holy.
Why did the -baker put a rose in his bread?
The recipe called for flower..
Why did the girl iiyait for the doctor?
She was. patient.
What -kind of fish sings the blues?
A sole fish.
What do twins like to cat?
Pears.
Why did the government employee go to the store'
To buy tacks` • •
Why did theart • hostess
p y ,• ss yawn . and scream at the same...
time.? •
She was talking to a.wild boar.
VVhhy'did the child want to be a geologist?
He was a minor at heart.
(c) 1980 Canada Wide Feature Service Ltd.
by MacKay Fairfield Tate
•
inter's beauty'`
By Don Campbell
The schooner "Kingston Lass” had seen better days.
Once she had carried lumber cut from the bush. in Nova
Scotia across 'the trading routesof the world. On her
return voyages she had brought a variety of cargoes to
satisfy the demandsgf a young and thriving country.
Cotton goods, bales of cloth, earthenware, tools and
other metal products from the old country. From the
West Indies she had carried sugar, molasses and rum.
.
In her day, she had been a profitable' vessel for her
ownersbut time and the elements had played havoc, with
-her timbers. When her ability to withstandthe rigors of
the Atlantic began to be in doubt, she was sold to a group
of a trepreneurs who visualized that after some repairs,
she could still be of service in the ' more gentle waters of
the Great Lakes.
Amongst these gamblers was a recent first officer of
the brig Mavis. As the only one of the owners with sailing
experience, he assumed a one third share and captaincy
of the "Kingston Lass".
One morning in July 1841; Captain Jamieson stood on
the deck of bis newly acquired vessel' and looked over the
rail at the dockside. There was -a- strong mixed odour of
tar and fresh paint about the ship, where men were still
busy- caulking, painting and splicing ropes. Suddenly,
emerging from behind one of the wooden warehouses on
the quay, a small crowd of people appeared, led by a man
in a black suit and wearing the round hat of a minister. It
was the Reverend Duncan MacLeod.
with bundles. 'of .hammocwheeing a barrow piled high
Behind the minister and
ks and other baggage was
Chippy Chisholm. There were women with babies in
their arms and older barefoot 'children clinging to their
mothers' skirts as they made their way to the ship. On
reaching' the gangplank. Chippy lowered the wheel-
barrow so that it rested on the ground and called out to
Ian Jamieson.
"Ahoy there, Cptain!' Do we ha'e ye permission to
come aboard?"
Captain Jamieson waveda hand. "Come aboard all of.
you but heed the paint. Tell the bairns to watch where
they tread!"
He smiled down upon the Minister. "Goodday to you,
Sir! T'would appear that the good shepherd MacLeod is
once more leading his sheep to another fold!"
M When they were all on board, the captain led them
below to what was usually a cargo 'deck. It was
completely bare except for a long table, benches and
water barrels which had been placed there recently, for•
the use of the newcomers. Captain Jamieson was
apologetic to Mac od..
"This is the best do for your people but they have
•
their own hammocks. There is a kitchen for'ard. I'm
sorry but you will have to carry your ,meals, from there."
Duncan MacLeod was delighted;. with . the arrange-
ments. The deck boards had been scrubbed white and
- the hull of the ship's interior had recently beenpainted in
alight gray colour. Even the air smelled fresh and clean.
"You have done us proud and I'm beholding. to ye,
Sir," MacLeod. said. "It is clean, andsince cleanliness is
next to Godliness, we are mote than grateful."
When night came to the harbour and yellow lights
from the ships' lanterns splattered across the surface : of
4 the water, the 'immigrant men who had been working in
Halifax came to the ship to find their families. They were •
pleasantly surprised. There. was a good cooked meal
awaiting them and they too were happy with the new
,surroundings which their families now occupied.
Itdidn't take long for them to start talkingabout
staying with the shipand taking the journey to Upper
Canada. A few of them had heard there was work aplenty
and even freeland if a man could -clear thetrees. Could
anything be worse than staying in -Halifax• without a
certainty of lodging for their wives and children? They
asked Duncan MacLeod for guidance and it did not take
long to receivehis reply.
"We are an exiled people," he told them. "We'should
indeed stay together for strength and comfort." Then he
said sadly. I too ain cut adrift even from my church, but
God will provide. The Lord is showing us the way to that
new life of promise!" -
The minister went to fwd Captain Jamieson and it was
an hour or morebefore he returned. They crowded
around him, eagerly awaiting the captain's reply.
"The captain of this ship is a' righteous man," Duncan
MacLeod said. "He has agreed • to carry us to his
destination for only the cost of our food, providing we
give him whatever labour and . assistance we can during
the voyage. I understand that once we enter the mighty
river called St. Lawrenc=e, the passage will be calm, so
have no fear of the dangers which we endured on that
dreadful ship the Mavis."
The minister was asked a host of questions about the
mysterious land called Upper Canada, and of course, he
knew little except what he had read.
"-Are we going to that place called "Muddy Yorke"
one of the men asked. "I heard it was 'on the edge of
wilderness." _
MacLeod smiled, "All things change,"' he said. "Even
•the names of places. It is not a wilderness, but a well
populated port and they no longer call it York. It is called
Ioront i - a pleasant Indian name." He smiled and
added. "And most apjropriate for us. I think. Toronto.
means the wetting.. place!"