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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1919-10-10, Page 6S. a.B. Mae m i - m 1 A Dottie of Bovril in the kitehe i will cut down butcher's bilis. It enorntc xeiy ercaees the: nomishing value of food -4n fact, its body- building powers have been proved ten to twenty times the amount taken. It tttust be Bovril, I=t,.=I®CSG ... •antus anaz roc .=-Prra um mokrrnEGA2 _. . Tti E ALLOW By MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS. r�.tvmez��=��crs:=ie.x•••:aca:ry �.-ate'.-+-•u�sax -- •� III, "You shame me, colonel," I said, I prodded him back eagerly into his and went on hurriedly. "Rafael, the tale guide, was pleased about the bear. ".li:'sieur is amiable. The long and `When gentlenens kill t'.ings, guides short c f it is that when it became dark is more happy,' he explained to me, anec- my good lads began to try to rescue and he proceeded to tell me an - dote. He prefaced it by informing my body. Four or five times that one twentieth of a corner of my eye saw a me that one time he hunt bear and he wriggling form work through sand- see devil. He had been hunting, it hags and start slowly, flat to the seemed, two or three winters before with his brother-in-law at the head - earth, toward me. But the ground was snow-covered and the Germans waters of the St. Maurice River, up saw too the dark uniform. Each time north there," I elucidated, pointing a fusilade of chats Broke out, and the through the window toward the "long moving figure dropped hastily behind white street of Beauport," across the: the sandbags. And each time—" the St. Lawrence. "It's very lonely coun- colonel stopped to light a cigarette, try, entirely wild, Indian hunting - his face ruddy in the glare of the ground yet. These two Hurons, Ra - match. "Each time I was—disap- feel and his brother-in-law, were on a pointed. I became disgusted with the two -months' trip to hunt and trap, management of that theatre, till at having their meagre belongings and last the affair seemed to be beyond provisions on sleds which they drag - hope, and I had about determined to red across the snow. They depended turn over and draw up my bad leg for food mostly on what they could with my good hand for a bit of ease- trap or shoot—moose, caribou, beaver, ment and be shot comfortably, when and small animals. But they had bad I was aware that the surface of the luck. They set many traps but caught ground near me was heaving. I was nothing, and they saw no game to close enough to madness between cold shoot. So that in a month they were and pain, and I regarded the phen- hard pressed. One cold day they omenon as a dream. But with that, went two miles to visit a beaver trap, hands came out of the heaving ground, where they had seen signs. They hoped eyes gleamed. A rope was lashed to find an animal caught and to feast about my middle and I was drawn 011 beaver tail, which is good eating." toward our trenches." The cigarette Here I had to stop and explain puffed. vigorously at this point. much about beaver tails, and the rest "M'sieur sees?" of beavers, to the Frenchman, who I did not. was interested like a boy :in this new, The colonel Iaughed. "One of my almost unheard-of beast. At length: Hurons had the inspiration to run to "Rafael and his brother-in-law were a farmhouse not far away and re- disappointed. beaver had been quisition :a sheet. He wrapped him- close and eaten the bark off a birch self in it, head and all, and, being stick which the men had left, but no - Indian, it was a bagatelle to him to thing was in the trap. They turned crawl out on his stomach. They were and began a weary walk through the pleased enough, my good fellows, desolate country back to their little i when they found they had got not tent. Small comfort waited ,u1 for them only my body but also me in •it" there, as their provisions were low, "I can imagine, knowing `Hurons, only flour and bacon left. And they how that Huron enjoyed his success," dared not eat much of that. They were downhearted, and to add to it a snowstorm came on and they lost their way. Almost a hopeless situa- tion—an uninhabited country, winter, snow, hunger. And they were lost. `Egare. Perdu,' Rafael said. But the Huron was far from giving up. He peered through the falling snow, not I said. "It's in their brood to be swift and silent and adventurous. But they- 're superstitious; they're afraid of anything supernatural." I hesitated, with a laugh in my mind at a memory. "It's not fitting that I should swap stories with a hero of the Great War, yet—I believe you might be amused with a story of one of my guides." thick yet, and spied a mountain across The Frenchman, all civil interest, dis- a valley. He knew that mountain. Claimed his heroism with hands and He had worked near it for two years, ohoulders, but smiling, too for he logging—the chantier, they call it. had small chance at disclaiming with He knew there was a good camp on those two crosses on his breast. a river near the mountain, and he "I shall be enchanted to hear knew there would be a stove in the m'sieur's tale of his guide. For the camp and, as Rafael said, 'Mebbe we rest. I am myself quite mad over the haf a luck and somebody done gone 'sport.' I love to insanity the out -of- and lef' somet'ing to eat. Rafael pre - doors and shooting and fishing. It is fers to talk .English to me. He told a regret that the service has given me me all this in broken English. no opportunity these four years fora "It was three miles to the hypo - breathing spell in the woods. M'sieur will tell me the tale of his guide's superstition?" A scheme began to form in my brain at that instant too delightful, It seemed, to come true. I put it aside and went on with my story. "I have one guide, a Huron half-breed," I said, "whom I particularly like. He's an old fellow—sixty—but light and quick and powerful as a boy. More interesting than a boy, because he's ell of experiences. Two years ago a bear swam across the lake where my camp is, and I went out in a canoe with this Rafael and got him." Colonel Raffre made of this feet an event larger than—I am sure—he would have made of his winning the 'war cross. theticai camp, but the two tired, hun- gry men ,in their rather wretched clothes started hopefully. And after a hard tramp through unbroken for- est they came in sight of a log shanty and their spirits rose. 'Pretty tired work,' Rafael said it was. When they got close to the shanty they heard a noise, something moving inside. They halted and looked at each other. Ra- fael knew there were no loggers in these parts now, and you'll remember it was absolutely wild country. The men were startled. Then something same to the window and looked out." "Something?" repeated the French- man in italics. His eyes were wide and he was as intent on Rafael's story as heart could desire. "They couldn't tell what it was," I Timber Mines Men employed in driving a new gal- lery in a gold mine at Charlotte Plains, In Victoria, Australia, have made a most astonishing discovery. At a depth of three hundred feet below ground they have come upon pieces of timber perfectly preserved,. which have every appearance of having been Sawn and shaped by the hand of man. This timber lies in the bed of an ancient river now being worked for gold, and the timber is oak. Now, oak ii the necitltar xtroperty 0' tette: fee Centuries when 'buried in water or wet sand. Oak piles have been taken out frail under old wooden bridges conritlucted by the Romans, and found as o".nra as when they were put there. lal...••c,• t•vo thousand years ago. +'• :_. lcnre,vm ea bog oak, is found I ,, ', '••ish re, t, bogs, and is per• crt.eesely bard, and very valuable, At present there is an ab- solute famine in seasoned oak wood, but if we could suppress Bolshevism and open up Russia to trade, that famine would soon be ended. Just be- fore the war it was discovered that the bed of the River Moksha, for a length of over four hundred miles, is simply full of magnificent old oak trees bedded in sand, The river is shallow and broad, and the oak can easily be raised. As a atter of fact, a company was being formed to work the wonderful de. posits when war intervened. Smaller deposits are found in Eng- land. There is a pool in the River Dart, known from time immemorial as Oak Pool, in the bottom of which are masses of fine old oak. The strange thing Is that there are no oak trees growing near the spot at present. went on, "A formless apparition, not exactly white or black, and huge and unknown of likeness. The Indians were frightened by a manner of un- earthl:ness about the thing and the brother-in-law fell on his knees :and began to pray. 'It is the devil,' he murmured to Rafael. 'He will eat us, or carry us to hell.' And he prayed more. "But old Rafael, scared to death, too, because the thing seemed not to be of this world, yet had his courage with him. 'Mebbbe it devil,' he said— such was his report to me—`anyhow I'm cold and hungry, ane. I want dot camp. I go shoot dat devil.' . "He crept up to the camp alone, the brother-in-law still praying .in the bush. Rafael was rather convinced, mind you, that he was going to face the powers of darkness, but he had his rifle loaded and was ready for business. The door was open and he stepped inside. Something `great beeg somet'ing' he put it—rose up and cane at him, and he fired. And down fell the devil." "In the name of a sacred pig, what was it?" demanded my Frenchman. "That was what I. asked, It was a bear. The men who had been logging in the camp two months back had left a keg of maple syrup and a half bar- rel of flour, and the bear bro'-= into both—successively—and alternatively. He probably thought he was in bear - heaven for a while, but it must have gotten irksome. For his head was eighteen inches wide when they found hint, white, with black touches. They soaked him ,in the river two days, and sold his skin for twenty . dollars. `Pretty good for devil skin,' Rafael said." The Frenchman stared at me a •mo- ment and then leaned back in his chair and shouted with laughter. The greedy bear's finish had hit his funny- bone. And the three others stopped talking' and demanded the story told over, which I did, condensing. " "I like zat Hurong for my soldier," Colonel Raffre stated heartily. "Ze man what are not afraid of man or of devil—zat is ze Haan to fight be Boches." He was talking English -now because Colonel Chichely was listen- ing. He went on. "Zere is human devils—oh, but plentee—what we fight in France. 1 haf not heard of ozzers. But I believe well ze man who pull me out in sheet would be as yourguide Rafael—he also would creep up wiz rifle on real devil gut of hell. But yes. I haf not told you how my Indian soldier bring in.prisonere—no?" We all agreed no, and put in a ref quest. - quest. Maybe," said the saucy young thing "He brings zem in not lone, by one in her teen, "it's that you're going to always—not always." The colonel get the girl for." grinned. He went on to tell this tale, "No," sighed the unappreciated hero, which I shift into the vernacular from "she agrees with rest of you and his laborious English. Gen. Mangin. She only laughs at any It appears that he had discerned real claim to glory!" the aptitude of his Hurons for recon- naissance work. If he needed informa- tion out of the dangerous country ly- ing in front, if he needed a prisoner to question, these men were eagee to go and get either, get anything. The more hazardous the job the better, and for a long time they came out of it untouched. In the group one man nicknamed by the poilus, his com- rades,—Hirondelle—the Swallow— supposedly because of his lightness and swiftness, was easily chief. He had a fault, however, his dislike to bring in prisoners alive. Four times he had haled a German corpse before the colonel, seeming not rightly to understand that a dead enemy was useless for information. (To be continued.) A Melodious Wooing. A handsome Major wooed a maid, But in a slightly Minor Key. "I've loved yeii long, yet ami afraid, You will not hear my suit," sighed he. "Life without you is Flat and grey, Time, but an empty, dreary Space. I dream of you when you're away, Your dainty Air and lovely face," Tlie maiden's heart was not of stone, Although her wits were Sharp and bright, She heard the Quaver in his Tone, And swiftly put the matter right. Their world was all a -Tune with joy, They Sang—for gone his fear and doubt— The old Duet which ne'er can cloy, And soon the Wedding March pealed out! A Hero. He had come back with the croix de guerre, but he would not talk about how Ile won it. Of course his family and friends knew the formal citation, but they wanted him to tell then the details, and he modestly and persis- tently ersistently evaded them, - "I think it's simply silly," declared an irate cousin in her teens. "What's the use of ducking and dodging, and pretending you're not a hero, when you know perfectly well you are?" Tho worn turned. "Yes, of course I know I am," he assented coolly. "The trouble is, they didn't give me my cross for the right thing. Do you ex- pect a fellow to talk about his heroism when he gets a decoration for doing what lots of other fellows did who ,weren't lucky enough to be noticed, and then finds the bravest thing he ever did, or ever expects to do, treated lightly or ignored altogether? At least, I was a hero once. Before we were ordered abroad, I was invited to luncheon by nay colonel's daughter. Now, you know I am a country boy from an inland province. It was the first luncheon I'd ever attended—and the first time I'd ever been served raw oysters. I hate shellfish, and when I saw those six soft, slimy, slithery hor- rors set before me I nearly fainted. But 1 didn't know whether anything much was to follow or not; and I couldn't decline a main dish under the eye of my hostess. I shuddered with disgust. I wasn't sure they would go down; I feared they might come up. But—I ate -those oysters, all six, and smiled as I ate them! She told me so two years afterwards, when I confess- ed. New, I call that true heroism. But it wasn't what I got the cross for." Harvest Slumber Song. Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep, Red is the moon in the night's still deep, White are the stars with their silver wings Folded in dreaming of beautiful things, And over their cradle the night wind sings Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep, Soft in the lay of the another night The wee baby stars, all glowing and bright, Flutter their silver 'wings and crow To the watchful winds that kiss as they blow Round the air cradle that swings so low Down in the lap of the mother eight, Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep, Red is the moon in the night's still deep, And the wee baby stars are all folded axid kissed In a luminous cradle .of silver mist, And if ever they waken the winds cry, whist, Sleep, little baby, slee-p, sleep, sleep, —Wilfred Campbell. Loose i±lvete, Few autoists examine the frame for loose rivets, yet these often shako loose and fall out. A car owner re• cently found that two rivets which had held a cross member of the frame in place had slipped out and the side rail had cracked a little as a result, ilinerd,la Liniment i•or na*o .e ery'wbe e, lainardte Liniment Cues Dandruff. The northermost cannery in the world, a fish packing plant, is in op- eration eration at. Kotzebue, Alaska, well within the arctic ciircle. The old Indian plan of curing seed corn has • a lesson for the farmer of to -day. The Indians laid it on an open willow branch platform, where the air could circulate freely until it was dry. Then it was safely stored for winter. All grades. Write for prices. TORONTO SALT WORKS CLIFF - TORONTO JEFFERY HALE'S HOSPITAL. QVEs2o, F.Q. Owing to increasing the nursing staff of the Jeffery X-Iaie's hospital. Quebec, there are some vacancies for Probation- ers. Young ladies possessing a good general education and wishing; to enter a ilrst-class registered training school please apply to the Lady Superintendent. 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"Although its recorded history goes back beyond the Christian era, to the fixne when Julius Cmsar, in his corn• mentaries on his first expedition into Gaul, mentions it as a stronghold of the Allobroges, its growth has been, phenomenal only in its leisureliness, To -day, after twenty centuries, it has a population of only one hundred and thirty thousand. "The city enjoys the distinction of being the birthplace of the Interna/ tional Red Cross, but also has some dark chapters in its past—the re- ligious excesses of the Reformation, when the persecuted became the per- secutors. "Rousseau, of whom Napoleon said. 'Without him France would not have had her revolution,' and the patriot Bonivard, whose trials Byron immor- talized as the Prisoner of Chillon, were Genevans. And John Calvin, 'who found Geneva a bear garden and left it a docile school of piety,' was virtual dictator here for a quarter of a century. A•True Patriot. "One of the most picturesque fig. ures in the history of Geneva during this period was Francis de Bonivard, who, when his victorious friends rushed into his dungeon at Chilloii crying Bonivard, you are freed!!' re sponded with the query, 'And Geneva? Upon being assured that his city waf also saved, he went home rejoicing. "There is no more beautiful picture of Christian charity than the scene in this city when, on August 30, 1572 merchants of Lyons brought news of the massacre of the Huguenots on St Bartholomew's Day, Pastors were dispatched to the frontiers to meet thefugitives, who were reported to be Iii asylum, andthe wayto s s their on Y , venerable Theodore de Beze, who had succeeded Calvin as the spiritual head of the council, directed the whole population to fast and pray for the sufferers. "Geneva has set aside as a site for the permanent home of the league of nations a beautiful wooded park bor. °tiering on the lake, some five miles from the centre of tlxe city. Behind the park tower the snowclad Jura Mountains. While there are many lages in the vicinity of the park Which are suitable for offices and for quar- ters of the delegates and their secre. tarsal staffs, the capitol building it, self must be built." Are You a Gossip? Are your neighbors gossips? Yes, certainly they are. But before telling Mrs. Brown across the way that she ie a gossip you had better insure your- self against accidents. Originally there was no sinister meaning in the word "gossip." It was good old English for a sponsor in bap- tism, from God and "sib," meaning "related." Later a gossip came to mean a relative, or neighbor. And, since relatives and neighbors usually talk when they meet together, the verb "to gossip" was coined. Who, to be quite accurate, can be rightly described as a gossip;? You turn the corner of Love Lane, and 'come upon two stout women standing at their cottage doors talking. 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